So, uh, long time no see.

Whoops? I mean, damn, it’s been a while. I had this crazy idea that after I word-punched my way through a half dozen essays they’d die off or something. That doesn’t exactly work. I’m not certain whether to use zombies or zerg as an analogy for them, but frankly either works. Maybe even undead zerg.

Essays don’t stop coming, and the ones that you finish just come back in new and horrifying ways (cue the mid-term). A professor’s ability to make last week’s work this week’s horror is unprecedented and I’m almost certain unethical. I had this amazing notion that I’d just churn out blogs in the few meager breaks I have in my monolithic days – yeah, you can tell right off the bat how well that one worked. A man needs to eat, and no, there doesn’t come a day when he suddenly finds that lunch isn’t important, no matter how many you go through.

Thus I’ve been more than a bit quiet.

Well shit, that’s not news-worthy; all no one who reads this has already realized they haven’t not been reading in the last while, so I suppose I need to come up with a new gripe.

Oh, I know; Terry Practhett, the damnably fantastic man, has come out with a new book. In fact he came out with the (by all accounts) magnificent thing around October 13^th, but apparently not in Canada-land. We’re still heathens or something, I’m not certain, but whatever we are it means we only get to see it by November 22^nd. Granted, my next move (upon finding this out within the hour) is to simply download the ebook when I get home (T-minus 1 hour and 6 minutes), so I can’t really be outraged per se, but I am a bit irate. I like reading books, more so than Ipads. I’m always worried that I’m going slowly blind whenever I go through a book on that thing, and besides – they look like shit on a bookshelf.

Which brings me to the next issue; I’m going to end up buying the stupid thing in hardcopy anyways. While my ethics on the internet tend to fluctuate wildly depending on what’s being talked about it’s pretty firm on the topic of beloved authors. I don’t steal from them. They gained the entirely un-ironic adjective ‘beloved’, so they’ve managed to win enough respect for that at least, I’d hope. But that means I’m going to likely end up spending $20 for some 3 megabyte file off of Amazon or one of it’s clones and still have to fork out another $23 for the hard cover when they finally deign that us mere canucks can have the book. Joy.

By the way ebook dealers, thanks for lowering the price three fucking dollars, that’s making the Ipad worth it! At least I have, y’know, the entire rest of the Ipad to feel better about. Those poor bastards who bought kindles aren’t exactly laughing right now. I’d like to see some slow change of price in ebooks, but in an industry that honestly has something like four times as much theft as total sales I can’t image them hurting their already hilarious model anymore. On the other hand, it’s not like they lose anything because people steal from them – they’re computer files dammit, they don’t need to print out ebooks or anything. It makes me occasionally wonder if as many people would steal as much if the prices weren’t so insane for the product given, and indeed if the additional sales would make up for the drop in individual profit. The fact that no one has bothered to do this suggests they’re either all A) fucking retarded, or B) Did do it and it failed so terribly it was wiped from public memory. If it’s B, I must admit I’m sincerely sorry, though the lack of big gaps in my memory makes me doubt it somewhat.

Ah well, this has been a really twisty rant. You have no idea what it’s like to be regularly churning out inane crap for five months straight and then practically go cold turkey overnight. I have random crap to talk about; a backlog so fiendish I think it’s a hair’s breadth away from sentience. Barcraft, University life, TED, philosophies, ideas on law, and crazy shit I’ve been mulling over about human nature. No, it’s not normal topics, but instead the endless ramblings that skip through the landscape of my mind. Bizarre though it may be, I enjoy these things.

I’m already out of time. I must make a better effort to come back to this blog in the future – good gods, it feels a relief to have managed this much so far.