12/16/06
I made $35 at work because I was doing my job. Most people are burned out by the new procedures but I'm just plugging along, doing my job and doing it well. The other top processor spoke to me, explained how she was overwhelmed and so busy and headachey while I showed sympathy and tried not to say anything.

Anyway the money paid for dinner which is nice. Would've been nicer if I had the money for lunch.

Right now I'm surprising myself at the fact that I am really liking Out of Silent Planet. You know, C.S. Lewis's Space Trilogy. It's just a science fiction tale that's draws upon Christian theology. Just wish that it wasn't so brief.

Johnny Cash at Folsom Prison is made of win. The bits where he sings with his wife are just okay but overall I really, really like the album. Plus The Garden State soundtrack is really, really emo to the point of being embarassing for me.

My Friday night was spent downloading a really horrible That Seventies Show porno comic. I puked a bit into my mouth while raeding it but I couldn't stop downloading the pages. Of course this was a herculean feat since I'm on dialup and each scanned page was more than 100k. On one hand, I was greatly amused by the comic. On the gripping hand, I was relieved that there are still things in this world that can make me flinch. A month ago I was a bit disturbed that a picture, probably stolen from Ogrish (now LiveLeak), didn't bother me at all.

And to think that I started out my night on a very tame note. I was reading about Project Daedelus then the Orion Project and then only touched the surface of Burkhard Heim and his theories. Soon this led to a visit to Orion's Arm (OA). There are good ideas at Orion's Arm but a lot of it is tl;dr, makes assumptions that someone has already ready every fucking page at the site and understands the nonsense better than their own nation's history. Understand that I am being needlessly harsh. Peter F. Hamilton's writing is far worse and more tedious than the ambitious stuff at OA.

Gentle reader, you might have noticed that I've been remiss and tardy when it comes to updating heptapod.org. It'd be easy to say that I'm burnt out on writing every fucking day. Right now that's not the case. Maybe I have the blues from short days and long nights or I'm just apathetic or too caught up in real world stuff or even worse I might have nothing to say here at heptapod.org.

Doesn't help that I haven't had any dreams in the last ten days.