Empty Cage

I have blogger’s guilt.
Hardcore ‘I should use my powers over this small span of web wisely’ sort of blogger’s guilt. And I just got a job doing web related stuff is not helping since this place is shabby, derelict and really not my own design at all. I’m sort of sitting around for inspiration to [...]

I’m going to confess, in elementary school and high school I was never really a mathy kid. Quite the contrary in fact, I think it was the fourth grade where my computational skills were markedly slower than all the other little kids… and I knew it. I seem to recall reasoning along the lines of [...]

When I said I had my writing back I said nothing about my blog.

Okay, it’s been an age since I’ve had something to blog about (okay, not really true, something to blog about and time, or time and something to blog about — seems to be mutually exclusive). That or its too personal to share with the web.
I’ll just sit here and blearily stare at the screen.
Yeah.

Okay, well, forgive me, but if Quill & Quire’s whole best seller page is being eaten by paper thin terribly written vampires I think an intervention needs to be staged.
As I understand it, Twilight is one of those book conglomerates that you either love to the point where you leave your boyfriend (or… girlfriend, not [...]

This entry has nothing to do with reading, I’m almost done number four, but I don’t want my blog to be all book reviews (especially since I haven’t really gotten the hang of how to write a good review).
Does anyone remember MySpace? (Ha ha, internet snob joke). I have one, I’m serious, I don’t really [...]

I don’t think anything makes me smile as much as tacky Beatles music. Normally I’m a fan of the brooding psychedelic stuff that other people avoid like the plague. Think Revolution 9, Beatles fans, and you have it. But sometimes I want to listen to pure unbridled fluff. Lady Madonna, All you need is love, [...]

Not surprisingly as soon as I start getting settled in Fedora I get a big huge ka-boom moment where I thank the lord that I have two internal hard drives and on of them has good old slow, but pretty effective Windows Vista on it while I figure out how to make Fedora obey again. [...]

Because when I was little my favourite number was (and still is) twenty-seven I used to tell everyone my birthday was January 27th. Some people still think it is the 27th, and for some reason I can never bring myself to correct them. It’s amazing how often 27 has come up in my life after [...]

Rest in Peace Rick Wright.
All the best at the Great Gig in the Sky.