Hey all you falling trees -- keep it down! I can hear you over here.

That's called metablogging: only I know I said it about me. Maybe it's another 4-syllable word that starts with M and involves being alone. Hm. Google mail?

Active is a relative thing. I do post at my lj all the time, but nobody living knows about this blog. Er. Dead brother, y'see. It's a long story.

Please notice that I am active here again. Activity, it is I!

I'm going to ignore this blog now, like I ever really paid it any attention, in favor of this.

This is where I work. Ok, they're my only client. I have been to Nephi for training and work, for three weeks. Yeah, Nephi.

The Queen Mother of medical sites for the layman may be here. Thanks to Pamie at TWOP for the pointout.

Why in the world do I act like I know her, she me, or that anyone else reads TMIF but me? That may be a loneliness shout out, or a sick writer wannabe thing. Or maybe I should be working and I'm not. Yeah, that's it.

Ok this is fairly funny! You see these things on the road and you think, "Huh. Where could I rent a gigantic gorilla or cobra?" Dude, right here I got your inflatable cobra.

I was dying for a little new tunage and by cracky if Wilco didn't come through for me. I have traded my CD collection until I am pared to the essential bones. This seriously budgeting all the time thing is gross. I have one (1) clandestine, unaccounted-for dollar. Really.

So I'm reading all these blogs lately, right? And I'm supposed to be a writer.

If you could see me you'd laugh at the red handprint on my forehead. I think I'm breaking through to damn well writing my blog all the time!

Don't quote me.

I new blogger hiatus record! Did I mention the self-employment? The Write Documents Company, and all.

Ok, I was wrong. They didn't make me an offer, low-ball or otherwise. They made me into a full-on contractor, working from home. I think I am a business owner now. I also >>>SHAME<<< bought a PC. Hence.

I have returned from my 75-day blogger hiatus. I am working here as a contractor but I think they'll make me an offer. It will be a low-ball. I will probably take it.

Also check out this game. M@rk and Andrew really dig it. And there's a dungeon version that rocks as well.

I am sunburned from Girls camp and unemployed. My life could be worse. I could be a cat.

The Gods of Nerf are descending into our mortal plain.

Interesting day -- I got a non-offer from my >>recruiter<< and a precis on the company's health (not great). "Be a trainer for us, develop curriculum, write resumes for cash! Also, be concerned for our fiscal safety and risk your family!" Can I be the first to say, "Ew!"

Several sites full of automata, kits and museums of ideas and galleries. Mechanical fun for all.

Delightful machines!

Here is the king daddy of Nerf sites, for your foam bullet slaying edification.

Here is a good R.E.M. lyrics site, tuned specifically to Fables but then so am I.

Desk is done and in -- all that's left is to drill holes for cables and decorate! Actually I am working there, at the desk, uh, speak.

Just so down today, what with not having a real serious job lead and stuff. E. seems to be down also -- figures, what with the laack of security and such. Office painting is finished now -- on to the desk buidling and moving the iMac blahblah.