The controls are off, and now we're flying freely into the second thousand of posts. Hurrah! Can we make it through another thousand, this time without pushing lots of unnecessary self-imposed structures over the foundation of this silly mess of words? Begone, structure, begone!
I've been thinking about a rant on weather forecasting for a while now, but it feels like too negative a thing. Let it suffice to say that it's all a load of hokum, and that you really can't predict the weather, especially on this unpredictably manic island on the edge of the world. Let's be happy with looking out the window each morning and seeing what's there.
It would be nice to dig into one of those unfinished stories, but I have no idea where to go with any of them. The core conceits are rather nice ones. Let's see if we can work something out, without piling on the pressure. This blog has almost died under piles of automatic pressure on several occasions. It's not wise to get too lost in the quest to find the heart of 'Wordspace'.
These first few weeks of January are a funny time, as schedules try to reschedule after that massive black hole of planning that is the festive week. Work begins to ramp up, demands on time escalate, and people begin to reappear after their family times. Here, much time is lost on 'Alpha Centauri' and 'Master Of Olympus: Zeus', as computer games stage a resurgence, thanks to GOG. Both are to be recommended, strenuously.
What will happen next?
O.
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