Well, we've been at it again...  I honestly don't know if we accomplished anything worthwhile.

Yeah, so you can filter the Images page now, and URLs should be a bit more reflective of actual content.  Yeah, we trimmed some of the fat and gave several modules the boot after carefully reexamining the site's structure.  Some things just had to go, sadly.  It's okay, though, leaves us more room to acquire yet more cruft in the meantime.

My car is totally borked.  Once again, if only I'd fallen in love with internal combustion rather than beige bricks of banal beauty.  True, they come in more than the color of boring these days, but that's recent, you know?

Not much time to write right now, kids up in seven minutes...

At any rate, computers, you know?  Stantasyland says they're, like, silicon life in its early stages.  A bit like the cyanobacteria that preceded us, he thinks that what currently purrs on my desktop is something akin to single-celled life.  One could argue for consciousness in bacteria, but I think I'd disagree.

Consciousness in silicon, though, I could get behind that.  Maybe if we had a computer big enough and smart enough to be a sort of outside observer to humanity's many foibles people would wise up.  Really, what sense does murder make aside from recycling?  And its all murder, man!

Every time I throw a Mickey D fatburger down my throat I am forced to ponder, however minimally, on the fact that the greaseball laying like a lead weight in my gut contains more calories than some people are able to consume in weeks.  I ponder on it, take a swig of sugary syrup diluted with bubbling water and wash it down with a fist full of fries.  I want to feel worse than I actually do, but I just don't any more.

Really, how many times can I roll beneath the wheels of "the way the world is" before I just get tired of being beaten up?

One more time, maybe.  Give it another year, two...  Maybe the world will wake up, finally, and say, "Oh, wow, we've really fucked things up, haven't we?"  I doubt it, though.  Seriously, it's gonna take some sort of 2012 fear-mongering type of cataclysm to open people's eyes to the fact that, like Fiona said, "This world is bullshit."

We don't struggle to survive, or at least we shouldn't, not in this time of so much plenty that Americans drown in their excesses.  And in this world of so much, there's never enough, is there?  Never enough money to feed them (but always enough to bomb them).  Never enough money to heal them (but always enough to bomb them).  Never enough money to shelter them (but always enough to bomb them).

Wake up, people, the world you save may be your own.