I set out with no real purpose, only the purpose that involved typing "livejournal.com" into my web browser and logging in to post. I suppose that counts as a certain amount of purpose, but the purpose behind this post is nothing more than to attempt to rehabilitate my writing skills, they having atrophied from disuse while I spent the last months ( Read more... )

I must be doing something else that is a lot more important than posting a thing on Livejournal. I think at this point I am writing just to keep in practice; I don't have a lot that I am obligated to write these days and instead of taking advantage of that fact and writing what I want, I have gone in a completely opposite direction and have ( Read more... )

I have to write five pages of paper before 1 PM tomorrow; I also have to present on said pages in class. This is not a particularly enviable position for me to be in, but it just wouldn't be the end of a semester--even a summer one--without me putting off work until the last possible second. And really, one of these things will easily follow the ( Read more... )

Really, I've neglected far more than just you, it just so happens that I'm addressing this little thing to you because I'm posting on you after an absence of... a while, I suppose. I'm not going to bother with exact times. Tom Waits wouldn't want me to do that ( Read more... )

I am writing this post whilst assuming the dynamic post-writing pose, which doesn't actually exist and I couldn't tell you why I thought it did in the first place ( Read more... )

So Ford and I beat Resident Evil 5 today, and I think that it was a pretty good experience, except for the ridiculous amount of Quick Time Events that the final boss fights were composed of. I understand that they are somehow supposed to make awesome set-piece battles less frustrating, but really they were just getting on my damned nerves by the ( Read more... )

Lately? I suppose I've written some papers, I know I've played some video games, and I also know that I haven't managed to find a job ( Read more... )

I'm fairly certain that I am, at this moment, under a certain amount of stress. I'm almost entirely certain that this stress has no other origin than my own lack of foresight and planning, although I suppose that the shit-ass job market has a little bit to do with it. Less than I'd like, though. Mostly it's just me ( Read more... )

So obviously this means that I will instead get around to posting something here on the interblognetospherejournal and try to forget the fact that Hayy the Son of Yaqzan exists, and the fact that I have to delve into the meaning of his odd little Crusoe-before-Crusoe adventure of enlightenment, repatriation, expatriation, disillusionment, and re- ( Read more... )

If I had to say it in one sentence, I'd probably say it with "I very rarely am left to my own devices." That is, I'd avoid saying something a bit more true to form like "I am not alone, pretty much ever, and I have gotten mighty used to that, so when I am alone (well, there's a cat here) I just sort of putter around until I'm not alone any more ( Read more... )