You've got me looking at blue skies dreamin' of your eyes, realize...
Your eyes should be looking at me.....
"Is There More", Efua, Dream Juice

It's Thanksgiving, and what better way to express Thanksgiving than to burp.
Wait a minute, that's not right. Let me try again.
I'd like to thank the masses for a jolly good Thanksgiving. To show just how jolly it is, what better way to express myself than through pictures I took?

Here are the November pictures. Well, whatever happened to the October pictures, you ask? As is usual for pictures, they aren't posted unless they are approved by the poser(s). Since the October pictures were not approved, they were not posted.

Indianapolis. The quickest, most concise vacation I had.

I think I need a personal assistant, cause I can break things, or lose things, on a whim. While packing for the trip to Indianapolis, I discovered that I had to pack not one, but two laptops with me- one for work and one for play. Prometheus on one end, and Bacchus on the other end, I made my way to the airport.

After three long, arduous weeks at Laptop Repair, Prometheus is back, better than ever!

After having to go and physically pick it up from UPS (I'm really trying to prevent myself from saying evil things about them), I'm very happy. And exhausted.

Things I plan on tackling in the next week or so:
1) Indianapolis;
2) Updates of exponent. I'm even reading books, can you believe it?
3) Webcam installation.

So if I'm slow, it's because I'm reading, travelling and workin'. I'm sure I missed something, though. Help a brother out. I need the energy of the blogosphere right about now.

This is a stream of consciousness. My brain is full, and I keep saying that I'll blog the right way whenever three things happen: 1) a paycheck comes; 2) I execute my travelling plans to see parts of the world and more people; 3) Prometheus is fixed and shipped back. But, as usual, something happened.

I've read so many blogs, so many comments, listened to so much music, finished up projects at work and got swole just enough that I've filled myself up with thoughts and didn't record them all.

In my instant messenger universe, I've typed enough to different folks, been part of more than a handful of chat conversations in such a way that I've been able to keep sane. Why, I've even talked on the phone with a couple of them.