How’d You Like to Be Alone and Drowning?
(That’s a Third Eye Blind lyric, for the youngsters out there.)
I thought this week a little about the physical weight of all my written words. In one respect, the weight lessens by the year, as data storage devices grow larger. Perhaps it should be standardized -- 1 nanogram = 1gb, regardless of future advancements. No, not really, but what I was thinking was how much space my thoughts take up.
I’m a professional writer, after all. My thoughts mostly wind up somewhere. In my younger days they were written lists, fiction stories, journals, all handwritten, because I was able to focus better that way. A decade of booze, drugs, and women made it such that I was going to be somewhat distracted anywhere, and plus my first real writing job was online, so I got the hang of doing all drafts on the computer. Currently I even write my drafts in a virtual word processor called Google Docs.
I’ve got a lot of problems in my personal life I’m resolving. But my bills are paid, so there is that.
She sometimes laughs to herself all day.
I’m still sober. Over five months now. May 17th would be the last time I had a drink.
I have a programming project I want to execute. The cool thing is I feel prepared to do it. It’s going to pay some funds. In Bitcoin. So that makes me happy. Good to have side projects.
I’ve been playing a lot of OpenTTD and 0AD. Truly I need Windows for nothing. I had purchased the new Age of Empires reboot, but no one is online there. 0AD has a better game play at this point. That makes me feel good about open source.
Hey, you know how I like to meet people? When they show me new music to listen to, especially based on music I already liked. Algorithms will never be as good as other people at this. So catch me on Spotify, would you?
Is anyone out there? Let us get back to the days when we reached out via e-mail just to say hello. Are we really past that?