Of all the diversions of life, there is none so proper to fill up
its empty spaces as the reading of useful and entertaining authors.- Joseph Addison
It’s been a hell of a couple weeks. I’ve been professionally violated by security and process auditors repeatedly over the span of the last few weeks, experienced one of the most exhausting on-call shifts ever last week, and have been running around in a seemingly endless state of tired and really annoyed for most of the month of October.
Since I haven’t had a chance to write much recently, I’m going to attempt to make up for it by directing you to the blogs of a couple people who have.
I’ve known Drew virtually for at least several months. Maybe longer; my sense of time has always been a little screwy. In any case, he’s a pretty amazing guy, and meeting him in person at this year’s Burning Man was definitely one of the high points of my trip.
Recently he’s been doing a trek to various fascinating parts of the globe and documenting them in his always very intelligent, insightful way, and I’ve really enjoyed keeping up with his travels. He’s also one hell of a photographer and his legs look amazing when he wears a skirt, but don’t tell him I said that.
If you’re into queer, beer-swilling, Aussie metalheads, I have some good news: one actually exists. If you’ve ever followed that filtercore link at the bottom of the page you’ve already been introduced to the author of World Wide Jeb. He’s just started the latest incarnation of his blog, but I think I can guarantee it’ll be worth reading; Jeb is, without exaggeration, one of the most consistently hilarious writers I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading. I have to be extremely drunk and have someone spin me around ten times and point me at a cliff before I get one-tenth as funny as Jeb is on an off day, and I’ll never look as good in a purple mohawk as he does. I secretly hate him for all of that, but he’s a great read anyway.
It’s become a regular thing since then. The next time we all went bowling together, the bet was USDA Prime steaks for the winners, to be provided by the losers. Though the best Dave and Scott could do was USDA Choice and (oh, the horror!) Select, it was a pretty good dinner nonetheless.
Just made it home from a birthday party for one of the best guys ever to leave PEG (O.K., one of the two ever to leave, unless you count the guy who left against his will, but trust me, Scott’s a good guy).
As is usual for one of my birthdays, it was a low-key event; the highlight was a 
Where does the tongue go? In the front or the back?
It’s not that things haven’t been relatively interesting lately. I’d go into the details of all the little mundanities of my life over the past several weeks, but I’m almost totally decaffeinated at the moment, and I really don’t trust myself not to babble incoherently if I try.
