digitaldiscipline ◾ ◾ Devil's Night, or something

(Readers of CorpGoth may already have seen parts of this. In an ongoing effort to spite the trend of CG hemorrhaging content to LJ, duplicate content).

I'm strangely disenchanted with the written word lately. I blame Orson Scott Card, since I was so anxious to read the Xenocide stories, and the final installments of the Ender's Shadow series, both of which SUCKED more than a five dollar male escort.
I'm disgusted with reading because I've been let down by someone who did so well when he wasn't a navel-gazing, moralizing tool that he's managed to taint what was once astonishingly good with the drek that followed.

I could probably cleanse myself by re-re-re-reading an old favorite, but I feel as if that's just wearing ruts in my fiction.

Maybe I should just try and write again and hope -that- doesn't suck.

That said, the previously-mentioned :

Life's been weird.

Friends have been up & down, in & out, thither & yon.

Money's been tight, loose, and a source of no end of frustration. See also: $9/hr. (pending a tech-support gig closer to $12, with actual benefits and freedom to dress casually & do my hair again. I'm getting tired of having to be/look mature, frankly).

Family's been good in that "you're over there doing your thing, I'm over here doing mine, glad you're not dead" kind of way.

Weather is finally something other than Biloxi Blues - "It's hot. It's damn hot. This is like Africa hot. I don't know if I can stay here if it's gonna be this hot."

I try to keep my own personal drama to a minimum. Some of you know that my success rate has been something less than 100% in this regard lately, and I appreciate your being there/here/wherever.

In closing, a haiku:

Emotions confuse.
I am technology's bitch.
My fucking friends rock.