Meh. This is one sad, stagnated blog. I’ve been dreading the moment I login here again, partly due to the guilt I feel for letting the blog stagnate, but mainly because, according to my webmail account where activities like that are reported, “people” have been leaving comments at a rate of a couple of dozen a day. You know the type I’m talking about, friendly solicitations of Zoloft, Xanax, Levitra and Viagra or large black cocks, as well as all sorts of farm animals, both well-hung and not. 1528 comments takes a long time to wade through, so I just wiped them the fuck out without much thought as to which ones were guilty of pushing spam and which ones were just innocent bystanders caught in the crossfire. The Final Solution of the spam question, if you will. I will install a better spam guard, so that it won’t happend again. Or then I won’t. 3000 clicks of a mouse should burn some calories, no..?
But anyway. Quite a bit of time since my last update, over three long summer months, and in that time I’ve been to Russia, spending a couple of weeks with my relatives and getting to know the new additions to the family, spent a week escadre sailing in the surprisingly interesing and varied East archipelago with girly and some old buddies, sailed to the wonderful island of Prangli (after an abortive attempt in hard weather), chilled, worked, and generally had (some) fun. I have tons and tons of pics from all over the place, and I think I should put some up here. I share because I care, even if you don’t. But the picture
goodness only comes once I get home from work. Now what else was there… Oh yeah, the sailing season is officially over now. The temperatures have plummeted, and I actually had to scrape the ice off the windshield of my car this morning. During the sumer I have managed to accumulate 28 “boat-days”, and around 490nm. Not bad for a weekend sailor, considering that no epic trips were undertaken. The boat is still in the water, but is hopefully gonna come up next Sunday, and undergo a series of interesting repairs and modifications.
But anyhow, now a light sprinkling of links and it’s back to work. Ah, work. Sigh. I didn’t know you could actually be bored to tears, thinking it was just an overused figure of speech, but sometimes, sitting in my dark corner office in front of this dingy laptop, I feel like just dropping my head on the cold faux-wood surface of the table and crying. Come to think of it, that would be almost nice, the sweet release offered by tears, no matter how temporary. But alas, I have been unable to cry for years, no matter what the situation. I think something vital got kinda broken inside during the last terrible bout of insanity, almost two years ago…
I promised links, right, right… First, there’s a comparison of sex in movies, real life, and between women. Hmm. One does wonder. And then, from the same blog, a comic on what men think vs. what men say. Oh, and feast your eyes on an awesome set of photographs from Afghanistan. And finally, an interesting theory on human evolution, or “How cooking makes you a man” by Dr. Richard Wrangham.