I am still here

Working a lot, and lazing around in between working. Reading. Watching films. We've been having stupidly cute snuggle-puddles and watching endless DVDs, here in The Aerie -- a name formally adopted after my flatmates read my recollections here.

I went to the Summer Gathering, that was good. While I was there, my thoughts on several things coalesced into an amazing essay that I planned to write and post as soon as I got back. But before I wrote it, I decided to make my long-planned transition to a 'real blog', a shiny new wordpress site, and let that be the first new entry there, simultaneously. I figured that making a 'real blog' might allow this to become more of a journal again, and let me get the catharsis of writing and the pleasure of vaguely keeping in touch with people, without having to worry so much about quality control.

But I'm still working on the wordpress site, and I've lost half my notes for the planned essay. I'll still write it, soon, I promise, though I don't know if it will be amazing as it would have been had I retreived it when it was fresh. In the meantime, there is exploding dog