Bad, Personal Edition:

• Untimely bouts of unconsciousness (a/k/a passing out), stitches (a/k/a potential scars) of the facial variety, and the entire medical industry. This is a long, possibly interesting story that I don’t have the energy to tell right now, other than to say no, I was not intoxicated and no, I do not know what did cause it. I also have pictures that you do not want to see, thanks to the quick thinking and bottomless insensitivity of a roommate. Also: roommates.
• Those streaks of bad luck that you can’t help but define as such, whether you believe in luck or not*, due to the fact that the unlucky events happen every day for a week (so far) to a very small group of people and are all of very similar nature. I hate those, don’t you? Similar to above: long story, no energy. * Not that I didn’t believe in luck before this, but the addition of new empirical evidence has greatly strengthened the case.

Good, PE:

• Simple pleasures. Really, really simple pleasures, like Coffee. Or sex. Buffy (the show). Friends (not the show). Pulp SF.
• The fact that many simple pleasures are cheap or free.

Currently Ambiguous, PE:

• The fact that many of the above simple pleasures are either almost as, just as, or much more interesting as/than weblogging, without being nearly as taxing.
• Due in part to the above, in part to nostalgia, and in no part to any misconception that my life is any more interesting now than it has ever been, I’m anticipating a return to talking about myself, as opposed to simply my opinions and things I think are interesting and/or irritating. It’s either that or not post for weeks and try to make up by posting huge monsters like this one. I know which I would prefer, so fair warning, yet again, that you might read things here that I wouldn’t shout in a room full of strangers and that thusly, if you are of the inclination, you may have to recategorize this site in your own mind and bookmarks. This isn’t aimed at my two remaining faithful readers, of course, as they are people of infinite understanding, taste, and mental flexibility, but at the people who will return later and wonder what the hell happened.