I think it’s something in the water. That’s the only excuse I can really think of to explain the whirlwind of psychosis that is my process of thought — though it’s really more like a monsoon or hurricane of insanity than a whirlwind of psychosis, but let’s face it: both of those just have way too much emotional baggage that their grammatical usage brings with it that they’re just not words worth employing at this current time; anyway, the psychosis.

Lately I’ve been bored. And not the kind of bored where you want to stare at a wall for hours on end because that’s just as interesting as it gets (though that’s fun too), but the kind of bored where I just can’t find any excitement in the socially extricated existence that generally makes me all hot. I’m not sure what it is exactly, but I’ve pinned it somewhere in the vicinity of the center of the Dartboard of Life. Which explains a lot, really, because previously my interests were lying somewhere on the floor of the bar near the fat guy who just retells stories of the War of 1812 like a broken record—that is to say off the Dartboard completely.

In other news, in the last paragraph, I have officially made the worst metaphor of my living career. I’m very proud of this achievement. I’d like to thank all the people who’ve made this possible: you know who you are. This is the point in the entry where I get the idea to compose the rest of the entry in solely quotes from whatever songs come to mind.

And this is the point where I realize that’s a really stupid idea.

Also, due to reader request, I’ll try to add a bit more of heart to the site’s entries again. Apparently I’ve been lacking in interesting reads lately, and I can cure this by writing more about what’s going on in my life rather than… Uh. Being all nerd-like. I guess. Don’t ask me. I don’t make the demands around here; I’m just a willing slave of The Man.

Also, now that I’m finally getting around to reading The Catcher in the Rye, I must ask this one question to the universe: How have I become the person I am today without reading this book? Seriously, it’s boggling my mind. Having never read the book before, I’m wondering that if I had actually continually written more than fifty pages of my previously thought of “book” that it would have eventually become a long-lost brother of Salinger’s misguided youthboything. It’s like some kind of literary Manifest Destiny.

Recently I’ve been plagued with the troubling thoughts that I need some sort of omnipotent being in my life once again. This isn’t exactly the kind of feeling that I generally have sprung on me out of nowhere, but there really is no other way to describe the sudden urgency with which it’s been prodding my sense of what’s right with. It’s like my ideas of religion, and the happiness I felt with the lack of it, just suddenly evaporated into thin air at some moment in the last week. So, that said, I think I’m actually going to try going to… church. This isn’t a decision which has come easily; hell, I’m fairly sure that parts of my mind began a war over the matter. At which point one side of the brain decided that having a battle over the idea of a peaceful solution to the answers of everything was a bit of a contradiction of interests (this segment of the mind was then the subject of a freakishly well-conceived stealth attack by another side of the brain, and was subsequently forced into singing a treaty, a pact even, of peace). So, yeah, religiosity for me. Bring on the fuzzy-wuzzies.

Also, this entry wouldn’t be complete without a reference to the infamous Jack Thompson and the even more wonderful hijinks of Penny Arcade. There really isn’t an entry in the dictionary that could even come close to detailing the level of awesomeness of Gabe and Tycho. There simply isn’t. It’s sad that this language, my native tongue, could fail so supremely in this regard.

And that’s pretty much all I have for now. I guess it’s back to trying to work on this goddamn DDS loader while intermittently thinking of a purdy girl. It’s situations like these where indefinable allure and natural suavity are real handy talents to have around.

This is, undoubtedly, why I always fail in situations that require them.