I’ve been a bad blogger, haven’t I? Since July I’ve been reduced to one or two posts a week, often quickly rattled off and frivolous. Pathetic. The main culprit, I admit is EVE Online, to which I have a strong craving. While I type away on this, another quick jot, My gaming computer is monitoring my avatars’ asteroid mining - something that’s doesn’t take my complete attention.
Too, my lifestyle has changed. Before Independence Day, I had a job that allowed some free time to scan the news and prepare for my rants. The free time grew, and I happily got used to it. Then came the inevitable lay-off, which occurred - you guessed it - in July. After a tense week of job boards, I landed a job nine days later. Not too shabby.
Then the weirdness started. If this isn’t The Job That Ate My Brain, then surely it’s a subtle vampiric attack on my spirit. I’ve had bad jobs before but none quite so debilitating. I’ll forego the litany.
I now find myself at a crossroads: the soul-sucking job has to go, buy I cannot leave without an exit plan. I owe my family at least that much. What meager energies I own must be diverted into another job search. And what time I can spend in the healing void of virtual outer space must be tempered by multitasking. There’s not much left to devote to even as humble a blog as this.
But, in the immortal words of a(n in)famous politician: "Ah’ll be Bock" Tannish and his pet blog ain’t dead yet. Thanks in advance for your patience.