My Slice of Reality,

I want to write a blog post right now about the recent passing of the FISA bill and how I feel betrayed by certain politicians but I’m too angry; I’ll write something I regret. Instead, I’ll write something once I’ve calmed down. Expect it. I know it won’t change anything, I mean how much do they actually listen? Apparently not at all. The only thing that matters to them is money and power. How typical.

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tagged: Emotions • Obama • Politics

Ahem, well you can see I’ve made a few changes to the site in terms of look. Basically, borrowed Sam’s theme and have made some modifications but the most hardcore ones will have to wait for another day. Slowly tweaking it to the way I’d like it to look — maybe a nice terminal type theme.

Also added fairly prominant links to my DA and Flickr pages. Partially as a motivation to actually start updating those as well as here. Well, I guess we can only hope.

Otherwise, I also integrated in the Askimet spam blocking and Wordpress.com stat tracking package.

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tagged: Personal • Site Updates • themes

So we’re coming up on a month at the new place and I’m left with a strange feeling of disconnect - it’s not home. I come here every day from work, or from a side job and I just sit here. Or sleep. Or watch TV. There’s no real feeling of completeness, of being home.

Maybe it’s because we still have stuff in boxes, a ton of items looking for their own home and it carries over to me. Maybe once I get all my little nicknacks and cables put away in their own spaces I’ll start to feel that sense of being. Or maybe I never will, maybe this place will always be transient; always have a sense of elsewhere.

I’ve lived in alot of places in the past six years, alot of different and disconnected spaces. The only real connection they all shared was the one made by digital signals. I’ve always had my computers, my interwebs and maybe thats what causes the lack of that feeling, the lack of being “home.”

Or maybe it just takes alot of time. I don’t know. I just know I feel angsty, emo, wishing to blast some cheesy Simple Plan or Good Charlotte. Lord, do I need help

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