The Robot's Thoughts

I can't get the song "Protection" by Massive Attack out of my head. Which means at some point I'm going to disturb my office mate by singing the refrain, "You're a boy and I'm a girl."

That won't be weird at all.

Anyway, February is an important month. Someone I know from my hometown turned 25 on the third. I wasn't near a computer, so I didn't send my usual birthday wishes. I'm probably going to whip up a mix CD and email it via a service such as YouSendIt.com.

It's also the anniversary of the St. Valentine's Day Massacre. I intend to be going stag. But you never know, one of the attractive girls who works in my building and works out at the same gym paid me a compliment when I came into work today. I still maintain that she's even out of my league, but she was the one that worked the fact that she's single into one our conversations.

Anyway, musing aside, I'm going to imitate a spooked submarine captain again. I'm going deep, and going quiet. The social experiment that blogging has been has had its good and bad results. I like it, and its going to stay. It can hurt you in the short term, when someone can open you up like a can of peanuts using your words, but I think in the long run, that whole "moral transparency and accountability" is A Good Thing(tm). Also, its more elitist than being part of The Indie Scene(tm).

But even as we approach summer and it gets brighter out (and with it, my mood improves) I'm feeling particularly anti-social. I've seen enough highway. And I've seen enough no-win situations (see the past few drama-fill posts) in the past few months that I'm not going to see anymore highway just so I can end up driving into another one of those.

I'm going to keep posting though. I'm not entirely sure what direction I'll be taking it. Commentary on That Damn Liberal Media(tm) or peppering this place with work-related vents (I hate how PL/SQL has an IF ELSE IF and and an IF ELSIF syntax, because that minute difference can be a bitch to spot in a 35k loc program) or just random shit. Potentially random shit has the best chance of entertaining people, so you'll probably see that the most.

I also have quite the backlog of soapbox articles that need to be written, revised, and published.

So that's about it. I don't mind inconsistent people, or crazy people, or consistent, predictable people. But whatever it is, the bottom line is that my spirit and my growth are too important to be ground down by being at the epicenter of problems that are entirely someone else's burdens.