fine whine

I think writing that novel did something to me. Two days of silence, one before that of very little, and before that, a month (well, three weeks) of concentrated writing, and here I am now, wondering what I should do. Should I write another novel? Finish the website I have been building for far too long? Begin the second phase of said website? Finally break down and learn some Japanese? Finally break down and get some certification to appease my dad?

I'm not especially keen on that last idea, especially since having met a real live network administrator and his wife (she who also manipulates bits and bytes for a living). He confirmed my suspicions that certification's not really as big a deal as some make it. But I am getting ahead of myself. I met the two of them at the Nanowrimo (now that it is over for this year I refuse their capitalization) "thank god it's over" shindig at the local Chinese buffet, where I had presided over an empty booth. Behind me was a booth filled with Nano-ites and beside them another enclave of novelty novelists, so when the next couple arrived I offered them the other half of my booth. If they turned out to be weirdoes I could always move the whole bench away, as nothing had been quite nailed down yet in this bustling and expanding restaurant. But I digress.

The two of them turned out to be quite friendly and interesting, which was a relief. Also relieving was the lack of Christmas season music in the background, as it seems now that Thanksgiving has passed it's open season for the jingling of bells and the decking of halls, and today even I heard "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth" in a store. I am sure to mention this more often as the month goes on, so I won't get bogged down in the spirit of the season now. I have bigger fish to fry, as in why two of my coworkers were unfamiliar with the concepts of kitsch and hipsterism. Today I had spouted some completely useless information at an unwitting coworker regarding the nature of the A paper system (you know, A4, A5 and so on) at least as far as I understood it. I've known that they are aware at work that I "know things" but I think I only cultivate an aura of eccentricity to the other cubicle dwellers around me.

Which I'm perfectly okay with. With which I am perfectly okay? Writing that novel did something to me indeed.

I spent so much time writing last month that somehow it feels unnatural to have written nothing tonight. Oh well, it's time for me to go to bed. I'll update this later today if anything significant comes up.

I still haven't remembered the brilliant thing I meant to put up yesterday, so this isn't about that. Instead, this morning's Zippy-esque phrase was "carne asada", whatever that means, over and over.

[Updated: Site's back up. they've been having trouble.]

I'm not addicted, but I do visit http://www.boingboing.net/ rather frequently. As in multiple times a day. So to try to visit it and be given either an IE error or (as of this morning) an image wishing me "good night" is somewhat jarring. I checked its founders' sites, and none of them mention anything about downtime. Not personally knowing any other boingboingers and basically not corresponding with fellow visitors, I can only speculate as to what happened/is happening.

• Due to raging fires, boingboing had to evacuate and took all the pages, posts and archives out with it, as well as a small smattering of family photos and clothes with sentimental value.
• Content purists organized and executed a massive denial of service and subsequent takeover of boingboing because most of its content is merely linkage to other "real" content.
• Waking up after a long bender, puzzled to be somewhere in the Brazilian jungle, boingboing is still relatively lost.
• Boingboing ran off to Vegas with your boyfriend/girlfriend. That tramp/bastard.
• Ball lightning.
• Amnesia. Since a freak accident on Monday boingboing has been working as a receptionist for a used car dealership in L.A.

Come back!

What can I say? I'm dull.

Well, It's been almost two weeks since I last typed something here, and I've probably lost half of my readership (two of you). I was on vacation, which was nice; caught a cold, which was not nice; got my brakes worked on, which was really not nice.

None were noteworthy, though.