Greetings, my friends. I decided to say a thing or two about the items that have been reverberating off the walls of my empty cranium. First off, I'd just like to say that I am so excited for the election to almost be over. So many plans that I had kicked around to celebrate and whatnot have found their way into various realms of apathy. It would seem that anytime I become overly interested in something, it will eventually defy the unreasonable standards I set for it, leaving me, at the least, disheartened. I, like many others, was very impressed with Obama about a year and a half ago and talked very highly of him then. Don't get me wrong, I still think favorably of him, but there have just been times I have been fairly disappointed. I feel like he has taken the bait offered him to cross the negative thresholds too many times when they easily could've been avoided. Perhaps I am being unrealistic in thinking that never defending yourself by jumping down in the mud where your attackers are hiding is a feasible option if you're vying for the presidency, but it is, nevertheless, saddening to me. I also spent months in anticipation for a few good debates which were quite pathetic. Regardless, whatever is to be the outcome of the 4th, we will a least have a president that has emotions and is not a robot; one that winks, no less.
As the Economy fell further and further into disarray, I decided to turn my interests to other things taking place that weren't so doleful. I started way getting psyched up for the LHC to come online. I've read a few books on astrophysics, atom smashing and particle acceleration so I was counting down the days until CERN would flip the switch. But, alas, the magnets overheated, leaking oxygen into the former vacuum, resulting in another waiting period. Figures. It blows my mind, the naivety of some, thinking that such a device would potentially create a black hole resulting in the ending of the universe. Apparently, very few know that we've already been doing such things for years and should avoid looking ridiculous by performing their various Chicken Little recitations.
Also. I've been consistently working on my novel that refuses to be finished on account of my lack of discipline. I'm nearing the end, but I realize I've been saying that very thing for months. I'm enjoying it quite a bit lately, though. A beautiful thing about writing is only somewhat knowing what is going to happen. Many characters have appeared on the pages before they were even in my head, and situations take place without my permission. It makes writing that much more enjoyable because I feel like I'm reading just as much as not. I tread on in wait to find out what will happen next. It seems that recently the mentalities of my protagonists have switched. I hadn't even noticed it taking place until it had already done so. Paul, it seems, has taken up Shad's despondent cynicism, whereas Shad's now filling the hopeful, yet-to-be-disillusioned role. It's proving to make things interesting. For me, anyway.
More soon. (hopefully)