Okay, brain. You’ve got until the end of the year to work through your gut-wrenching depression and crippling social anxiety, because come the new year? Eff that.

I’m serious. Don’t make me stick a Q-Tip in there.

I’ve got herpes.  Well, my computer does.

For the first time in like a decade (since Chernobyl and Back Orifice made the rounds) my computer got infected by some nasty shit. It was completely unexpected, since I’m reasonably savvy about keeping my computer grime-free. One minute, normal; the next, pop-up city and trojan town.

Amusingly, the infection is jumping between my desktop computer (music creation studio/BitTorrent bandwidth murderer) and my laptop (everything else) over the internal network via network shares. I’ll give them credit: they’re sophisticated little buggers.

I guess it’s time to re-invest in some decent protection. I think I’ve been getting slack in my anal retentive web practices. I’ve been running sans-firewall, sans ad-blocker and using the freebie version of AVG which, by the way, completely fucked the duck on me here. Despite running daily full system virus scans, it was happy to allow all manner of garbage to infest on my drives, and then happily pointed out the infections only after other downloaded scanning software discovered the offenders. Nice.

Back in the day, just not using IE was enough to prevent like 99% of garbage from ever getting to you. You know, in the days before tabs. And high speed internet. And BBS. Man, I’m old.

I titled the post because that is what I am.  I haven’t updated since Obamania, and that feels like a hundred years ago.

My plans to win NanoWrimo fell miserably short, and this I blame on Blizzard, because they had the gall to release a World of Warcraft expansion pack during the same month as a writing contest.  Guess what won?  My level 79 rogue who’s about to hit 80.  (Ding?)

I feel pretty lousy about it, actually.  But to be fair; creativity loses in the face of video games.  They’re just too much fun.

Other things I have failed at recently: starting, abandoning and then repeating cycle of Anathem.  I blame Blizzard for this one too.

At least my guild likes me.

Congrats, America. You guys did good yesterday. The world is proud of you.

Now, fix it.

An afternoon spent thinking about old friends. Time is an awkward thing. The more of it you have, the harder it is to get back what you had.

If you are out there, old friends, I hope life is good to you.

From an instant message chat transcript between the wife and I:

Wife: what does it say about me that the only thing i want to watch is Battlestar Galactica?
Me: it says, “welcome to the thing everyone else in your life has been doing since 2005: watching Battlestar Galactica“.

She’s going to enjoy the first two seasons. She’ll tolerate the third season. Then she’ll start throwing stuff at me in the fourth.

I have much to look forward to.

With the kind permission of the wife, I broke down and bought a HDTV. Finally. I’ve been depressingly low-definition for years, unable to justify dropping hundreds of dollars to replace a fully working item, but prices have now gotten so low that it was simply impossible to resist.

I am now the proud owner of a Samsung PN42A450 42-inch plasma television. And I bought it for $699 CDN, which is just retardedly cheap I insisted to the store clerk it must be a typo. I have my eye on the lovely Panasonic PX80 series or many months now, but the Sammy was just too cheap to pass up. Three hundred dollars is nothing to sneeze at in my broke household.

I am, for lack of a non-British word, chuffed.

We have a new employee at work. His name is Blase. It’s a French name. Nice guy.

We sent out an email to the company announcing his employment and congratulating him. The spell checker decided it didn’t like the look of our new employee, and helpfully replaced the last character of his name with an é.

(Editor’s note: this joke is about twice as funny if you’re an English major and simple spelling errors send you into hyperventilation laughing fits.)

Another Canadian federal election gone; lots of pomp, lots of circumstance, and some minor musical chairs, and we wake up the next day to… exactly the same thing. Much ado about nothing, especially considering the election itself was technically illegal. At least the voter turnout was a new historical low. People wanted an election this year like they wanted a tumor in the brain.

I voted, but man, it’s hard to get excited about a riding where change is akin to witchcraft, and non-Conservative candidates are regarded as weighing the same as ducks, if you catch my meaning.

I really need to move.

Spent last night flashing my old Belkin router w/ DD-WRT.

I’m lucky I got married when I did, otherwise I might never have had sex with a woman again.