Well, I had a couple of days off and worked on one thing... sleep.

Must have a touch of something because I've slept a stooooopid amount of time in the last day and a half (and look to do more shortly...) So, that's the nice way of saying, not a dern thing has been done and I don't feel even a little bad about it. I would like to send out B-Day shouts to Woody Williams and James Marsters. I'm sure they both haunt the site regularly so they'll see it and appreciate it.

In an attempt from keeping this post from being exceptionally lame (instead of, say, marginally lame--or if you're using the governmental warning level that would be, um, bright neon orange alert...) I'll shall do something spontaneous:

You know, this is taking a ridiculously long time for something spontaneous. I'm actually finding myself proofreading instead of doing, um, spontaneous stuff. Perhaps that's why I'll never cliffdive or kiss a pretty girl who I've never met just do it (although I suspect in the latter case pepper spray, arrest on sexual assault charges and the inevitable appearance on The Smoking Gun would probably be alternately acceptable reasons...) or, I dunno, become a Kabbalahist and pick a fight with a Scientologist just to see if I can ultimately get Madonna and Tom Cruise to go at it.

See, there are some people who are impulsive, live by the seat of their pants, caught up in the moment kind of people. We call them morons. Or slobs. Depending on whether they're pretty or not. It's the difference between someone who'd stand on the railing of the Titanic ala Kate Winslet and proclaim "I'm flying" and those of us at a buffet table awed at the fact that it's all free. Different priorities, different realities. I like to think that I'm going to grow into my reality--curmudgeon is a semi-endearing term, right? Whereas the dangling off the side of the boat people are kinda screwed once they hit their mid thirties and start finding wrinkles, aches, pains and the free drinks come only after the guys in the bar are drunk. Very drunk.

But who am I to judge? Heck, if you're a pretty young thing that can live in good conscience like you're going to live forever, far be it from me to harsh your buzz. Trust me, you'll have age, death and taxes to do that for you.

As for me, I'm happy just to do my work and go about my business (or bid-nazz as I like to refer to it) get stuff done and feel like that if I do get a couple freebies along the line it's because I earned a couple karma points here and there. There is something inherently rewarding about life pretty much kicking your ass on a regular basis and coming through it just a little clearer and just a little meaner. Makes it feel like you've done something--lived a little even if you haven't danced until dawn with a beautiful girl or whatever crap they're trying to sell nowadays.

I guess it all comes down to this: memories are lovely, but gumption is useful. Hopefully they're not mutually exclusive.

So sayeth the Joe