So...yeah.

These templates kind of suck a bit. Not complaining, just not especially happy with the selection. Of course, the price is right, so I'll quit my bitching.

Currently I'm hanging around in the living room, enjoying the portability of my new (as yet unpaid for) laptop and wondering what the fuck I should do with this space. The software installed on this new baby is bare bones at best: XP & its associated constituent parts, Yahoo! Messenger, Adobe Reader, ZoneAlarm and approximately 700 mb of porn. No Office. No Quark. Just Wordpad, Notepad and Blogger. For the time being, Blogger presents the most learning possibilities, so Blogger wins.

Self-referential bullshit like the previous two paragraphs always annoys me. We have amazing technology at our fingertips, the ability to communicate anything we wish to any number of people willing to take the time to seek out our thoughts and yet we waste it on frivolous drivel about what we had for dinner (steak, shrimp & Guinness), what we're doing (typing, watching TV and not sleeping) and the boring lives we'll lead tomorrow (work at five-unfuckinggodly-thirty in the morning, freelance business card design for the late morning and my D&D campaign from late afternoon 'til 10 p.m.). Where's the thought? Where's the wonder with the surrounding world? The desire to observe, comment and maybe even improve our surroundings? Or our lives? Culture is the conversation of human civilization, but instead of contributing most people seem content to change the subject to chit-chat or obfuscate the issues with gossip or, even worse, assume an open dialog is actually a monologue, that the symposium is a stage where drama and the desire for attention take precedence over logic and pure, simple talk.

Funny thing is, I hate preaching, hyperbole and clumsy attempts to riff off cliches almost as much as I hate self-referential bullshit. It's impolite to bitch about your neighbors' yards while your pet elephant shits in yours. And yet....

Anyway, let's raise a glass (of port, in my case) to hypocrisy, one of the small, reviled portions of human nature which allows us to communicate meaningfully all the same.