Wow, Thursday.

[silveradept]

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.