Random Access Memories

Do not try to have a conversation about physics with someone that calls Stephen Hawking, “some damned cripple”.

So a long-time friend of mine has published his first book on Amazon. I’ll give him a shameless plug here. 🙂

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00E2EEODO

It’s kind of odd to look around my apartment and see all the things that I don’t need. Or all the things connected to a pastime I do not indulge in anymore.

I guess I need to take a shovel to the place and do a purge. I also need to reevaluate my list of enjoyments. Kind of funny how the “what” matters much less now and the “who”, “where”, “when” and “why” are critical. I think that might violate some law of US materialism, but I think I can live with that.

I realized recently that I was using my “powers” of solving problems or fixing things to try to make up for my lack of social skills. Which tends to go over relatively well, especially when people need their computer fixed. But the outlay of materials, time and money on projects where the interest is minor and the fulfillment is unlikely has been one of my major failures.

Interesting, so interesting.

Some of you near to me have noticed that I am actually *GASP* happy lately. Yes, things for me have changed in drastic ways. I found a group of people that I enjoy being around. And I have gotten myself involved in a torrid love affair.

I guess for now I am staying in Seattle. Time will tell, but it is looking more likely.

In other news my father and his wife have decided that now is the time to try and inflict their world views on me again. (I suppose this happened because USAA tried to contact them on my behalf and ask them to sign up for insurance so I could) It’s actually kind of funny how they think they matter to me anymore. I did not get to choose my family, but I now get to choose who I want to care about, they would do well to learn that.

Sunny outside today, I think I’ll go for a walk and play Ingress for awhile.

It’s nice when what one believes is situational depression turns out to in fact be situational depression.