Finally got my fax machine working properly. The ink cartridge that came with it was malfunctioning, so I had to get another one. I have learned to appreciate office allowances, however, since those damn things are so bloody expensive. I'm glad it's Friday, though I'm wondering what I'll be doing this weekend besides watching Land of the Dead -- and possibly Batman Begins again for the fourth time. By the way, Batmain Begins is a damn good movie, but I'm something of a fanboy, so take that as you will.
I found a copy of Harper's magazine in a drawer. It's the May issue, the big headline is "The Christian Right's WAR ON AMERICA." What I read was somewhat disconcerting from my "secular humanist" point of view, though I sense some degree of bias in the various articles, but am not aware to articulate such perceived biases. Needless to say, my wariness and suspicion of religion has gone up a notch or two. I have a friend who's Christian, and very amicable, so I was thinking of bringing it up with him. But religion is so personal, and I don't really want to intrude on something he rarely talks about with friends like me.
I recently bought an 8x11 harbound sketchbook and 1mm drafting pen with a felt tip because I thought it'd go well with the leather book cover that my friend who went to Florence, Italy gave me. I've started to write a journal about my job and other random junk. It's been two days and I've started to notice that I tend to whine, or opine, or overanalyze a lot. I'd like to think that most people are so self-centered on journal paper, but this seems somewhat extraneous.
Augh, how's that for intertextuality? I'm referencing a journal in a journal that you'll most likely not see for a while, if at all...
I joined that Introverts group, though I've yet to make a comment. I'm a bit of a lurker, but it's relieving to see that there are others like me out there.
Well, I gotta get back to work. Home offices are nice, but it's really hard to stay on track when one has distractions such as a queen-size bed, movie channels and DVD players, video games and the Internet (including SG.com, of course) on hand.
No wonder I can only ever get through reading books by heading out to coffee shops or on the ferry to Vancouver. Too many damn distractions, too little impetus to get rid of some.
Oh well, hehe.
I found a copy of Harper's magazine in a drawer. It's the May issue, the big headline is "The Christian Right's WAR ON AMERICA." What I read was somewhat disconcerting from my "secular humanist" point of view, though I sense some degree of bias in the various articles, but am not aware to articulate such perceived biases. Needless to say, my wariness and suspicion of religion has gone up a notch or two. I have a friend who's Christian, and very amicable, so I was thinking of bringing it up with him. But religion is so personal, and I don't really want to intrude on something he rarely talks about with friends like me.
I recently bought an 8x11 harbound sketchbook and 1mm drafting pen with a felt tip because I thought it'd go well with the leather book cover that my friend who went to Florence, Italy gave me. I've started to write a journal about my job and other random junk. It's been two days and I've started to notice that I tend to whine, or opine, or overanalyze a lot. I'd like to think that most people are so self-centered on journal paper, but this seems somewhat extraneous.
Augh, how's that for intertextuality? I'm referencing a journal in a journal that you'll most likely not see for a while, if at all...
I joined that Introverts group, though I've yet to make a comment. I'm a bit of a lurker, but it's relieving to see that there are others like me out there.
Well, I gotta get back to work. Home offices are nice, but it's really hard to stay on track when one has distractions such as a queen-size bed, movie channels and DVD players, video games and the Internet (including SG.com, of course) on hand.
No wonder I can only ever get through reading books by heading out to coffee shops or on the ferry to Vancouver. Too many damn distractions, too little impetus to get rid of some.
Oh well, hehe.