A River Too Weary to Flood

Good heavens, is that the time?

...I knew I was forgetting something somewhere.

Right. Back on the wagon, hopefully.

While you're waiting, have some JBE:

"No, there is too much. Let me sum up."

1. Yes, I know. No, nothing in particular, other than inertia and a lot of "Oh, my, is that the time?" I had the best of intentions, but you know how that one goes.

2. Well, that, and I was persuaded at some length to join Facebook. Where I think I owe a bunch of people karma, or daffodils, or appletinis, or something. Damn place is crack cut with pure evil.

3. And because I'm so good at keeping up with all my other commitments, I'm also posting to a brand-new blog featuring the members of the writing group to which Elly so graciously invited me back in the spring, and which has been occupying occasional Tuesdays for me ever since. The good news is that this is one o' them group-type thingies, so my occasional dropping out of existence might not be felt quite so keenly there.

4. Yes, I am indeed doing NaNoWriMo this year. I seriously considered extending my hiatus another round, but this is NaNoWriMo X and I'm a sucker for a lost cause. And I might not even play to win this year. (Donations of coffee and pie can be sent round to the usual address, nevertheless.)

5. Uh, so, what have you guys been up to? Did I miss anything?

I Was Half the Way Down, Treading the Sand

For anyone still watching this space, a placeholder post; lo, I am not gone forever, but my last couple of months have been a heady mix of the very good and the almost comically dreadful, with little in-between except my suddenly inflated commute. Some of the high end, at least, I may feel inclined to elaborate on soon, but for the moment I'm far more out of blogging steam than I've been in a while.

In the meantime, in the spirit of catching up: those of you who missed OVO's February performance at the College Perk can now hear the whole thing, in almost the right order, on our virb.com site here.

Wizard of Changes, Teach Me the Lesson of Flow

I've had a substantial post in the works for a little while now, in part taking up the gauntlet for Aishwarya's memetag, and which I mean to finish, um, soonish. I've been distracted, I fear.

Mostly of my focus lately has been on updating and distributing my resume, as I found out not too long ago that my job's being reorged out of existence at the end of the month. I'm actually pretty much okay with this, much as I love what I've been doing; it helps that my current employers have been incredibly supportive (they don't really want to let me go, but it's a money thing) and I have some good leads and at least can go on the dole if it comes down to it. Andy remarked the other night that it sounds like I'm being kicked out of the nest, which is more or less how I've been thinking of it.

Nonetheless, if you're so inclined, a good thought or two in my direction would not go amiss, should you wish to help persuade the universe to find gainful (and tolerable) employment for this ragged bohemian. Something along the lines of "we will fork over bags of cash for the sake of you being clever and brilliant" for preference, but hey, my options are, of necessity, open.

In other news, the happy meds continue to work their strange magic (and thank Heaven for that). I almost don't have any basis for comparison for the change this has been, other than to marvel at what I've been missing in having emotional responses the way neurotypical folks do and not being utterly overwhelmed by goddamned everything. Yay pharmacology.

Also, tonight, we go vote. Wish us luck.

I Would've Come Sooner, But Death Was Too Strong

What can I say? I seem to have gone through my regularly-scheduled massively antisocial can't-be-bothered-with-human-contact wintery funk a whole season early this year. Let's all hope like hell that's done with.

I do in fact have some things I want to blog about now, but I'm afraid you'll have to wait just a little longer while I get my act together and quit waiting until the end of the night to do this stuff. You may think of this in the meantime as an Open Thread, if you like.

And while you're waiting, I offer you reason #6,314 why I wish I had a scanner, and you do too: beacuse then you'd be able to see the "Season's Greetings from the Daleks" holiday card some weirdo sent me this week. As it is, you'll just have to use your I-don't-doubt-vivid imaginations.

I Aten't Dead (extended club mix)

Busy summer. Lots of Stuff happening. Energy for blogging at low ebb. Here, have one o' them Open Threads.

Will return with updates soon.

Pick a Window!

In the spirit of honoring the anniversary of the Second Defenestration of Prague, I've finally tossed a bunch of outdated links and got the new comments up and running. Will see about importing the old comments into the new format soon, but meanwhile, we'll actually be able to have conversations around here again. Huzzah.

Have also plunged into the forum-moderation business lately, as I recently helped to found the Charm City Science Fiction & Fantasy board over on Google Groups. It's a sort of offshoot of the writing workshop I joined a couple of months ago, but I don't see much point in restricting membership to either writers or locals, so those of you whose reading habits skew at all like mine (um, is there anyone in the readership here who isn't some variety of skiffy nerd?) should go o'er and join in.

I owe some of you emails. I am aware of this, and have not forgotten you. All will be well.

My Fond Excuses

I know I've been neglecting this place of late. I've actually been pondering whether I want to do the necessary cleanup around here (including updating a whole bunch of links in the blogroll, installing HaloScan, and seeing if any of my archived comments can be imported) rather than packing it all up and moving to new digs; on some reflection, this feels too much like wanting to burn down the house because I don't feel like doing the dishes. So I'll be on the maintenance soon, like a responsible blogland citizen, whatever that is.

Compounding my neglect is failing to point out around here that I've been doing most of my online ruminating over on the LJ for the last month or so, where I've been doing my level best to follow Tony's advice and update regularly even if I'm not writing a masterpiece; those of you who know me may have some insight into what a challenge this poses. I know it's not everyone's favorite blogging tool (I'm getting fonder of it because, not to put too fine a point on it, Shiny! Icons!), but at least the comments don't disappear in a strong wind. Feel free to come hang around there until I get this place in order.

Articulate Announcements

No, I don't know where the hell the comments went. It may be that BackBlog truly did dissolve into air, into thin air.

I've been meaning to switch to HaloScan anyway; I managed to save an archive of the comments here up to the end of last year, so some of that may yet be restored. Should've updated recently! Oh, well.

In the meantime, I suppose you can always come around and harass me on the LJ.