So I should write about something. But I’m not sure what. There’s not a lot going through my mind at this point. I’m tired, a little bit hungry, and just feel like reading my book or playing video games. In fact, yesterday I didn’t even write at all; I burned through backlog just as quickly as I generated it.
So here I sit, at my computer, just typing a bunch of words as they come to me. Maybe I’ll come across some larger theme as time goes on (I often do), but probably not. In other words, this post is mostly skippable.
“Mostly skippable” makes me think of Mostly Harmless, the fifth book in the Hitchhiker’s Trilogy. Yes, the fifth book of three. Don’t think about it too hard. The title refers to the entirety of Earth’s entry in the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Universe. Poor Arthur Dent is a little upset by this, but he should be happy: the entry is twice as long as it needs to be!
Has anyone realized that the Hitchhiker’s Guide basically exists at this point in time? All one needs to do is combine access to Wikipedia with a tablet or smartphone. Bam: instant knowledge on anything under the sun! Sure, it’s mostly limited to Earth and our sector of the galaxy of the moment, but I’m sure that’ll change once the Wikimedia Foundation is acquired by Megadodo Publicaitons.
“DON’T PANIC:” the best two words of advice I’ve ever heard. They’re even engraved on my phone!
There’s a kerbalnaut staring at me from my second monitor. He looks happy, but I’m afraid he might eat my soul. Better launch a few of his comrades (Komrades? Kerbrades?) into the sun just in case.
I think we might be drifting wildly off topic. That is, we would be if we ever had one.
Q: “How many kids with ADD does it take to screw in a light bulb?”
A: “LET’S GO RIDE BIKES!”
…and with that, I’m going to leave before I hurt or embarrass myself*.