Hump-day it is, then.

Work-work. - Getting set to move, which happens tomorrow. Most likely means that my computer's gonna have a weekend of rest as I get settled in, and then wait for the month to end (wouldn't want to short my subletter any days) and get myself set up and running again.

To pass the time while I may be without 'net access for prolonged periods of time, I'll direct you to the Realities Expansion and Intelligence Increase homepage. and suggest that you explore the place very thoroughly.

blacktigr posed an interesting puzzle. She complained that she cared too much, and that caring less would make things hurt less. My counterargument is that caring too little causes it not to hurt at all, and asked which would be the more repulsive feeling. I'll pose that question to you guys as well. Which is worse, caring too much, or not caring enough?

To be non sequitur, I'm still adjusting to the presence of alternative sexualities, even this long after having people confirm it - I know that some people who I've hung out with for quite a while here at university are homosexuals, but I discovered that bit (relatively) recently. I haven't developed some sort of homophobia as best I can tell, but this is probably due to the fact that I do not have anyone following the lifestyle in the house or around frequently. That will change when I move tomorrow. I doubt that it will affect my thinking in some perverse way, but I may catch myself once or twice wondering whether or not they find me attractive. Best guess is that I present a fairly heterosexual image and they will pick up on it, so the question won't have to be asked. Although, I don't know if I've had a serious discussion with anyone about thoughts and impressions on that issue. I don't think so.

Funny, huh? I can claim being off the beaten path, but I'm probably behaving irrationally out of some fear beaten into me by the media or my upbringing. Perhaps exposure will do me good in getting rid of it.

Since I do the move tomorrow, I'll get what sleep I can and tell you all about it, if there's anything interesting at all about it, later.

Wow, Thursday.

I kept the machine, even if most of the rest of the stuff is gone from the apartment. It's either at the new locale or at home. I hope it stays safe. The machine and the rest will be gone for the weekend as I move back home. Just a few errands to run tomorrow and I'll be all set for a new house come Monday. Of course, I'm paying more money for less space than what I have in this apartment, but when both your roommates decide to go elsewhere, you're kinda stuck holding the bag, as it were.

Somedays being a non-specialist is a curse. I've been at my job for nearly two months now, and things still come up that make me scratch my head and get all confused-like. It can be frustrating to be wrong at times. Oh, well.

I've dug up an interesting piece on overspecialization that I thought would be worth looking at.

It's not so weird as rock-growing vines, but at least as thought-provoking as the the idea that ideas are fractal.

So as I type this, I'm downstairs on the mattress I'm sleeping on tonight, with nothing but the computer, with no speakers, really, I sent those home, along with my headphone extension cord, so there's no way I can access my warehouse of MP3 to keep me occupied), but hopefully chatting things up enough to keep my brain from going crazy for want of company, I just have this to say:

Fnord.