I (and almost everyone who has stumbled across this corner of the inner tubes) have noticed that I really have nothing to say anymore. I'd like to have something to say, but I don't. General malaise, old age, and creeping paranoia have set in, along with the uncomfortable feeling a person gets when the realize they don't really know how to use their new tools. At any rate, the things that are supposed to make life better usually have the opposite effect. This is true of any planned advances in quality of life. Very few idealistic crusades actually end up making things better. Don't believe me? How many first round draft picks have washed out? Advances in human dignity and "quality of life" ( really can't think of another phrase, it's early) almost always happen organically. Adoption of digital media, general discontent with monarchy, rejection of wide ties and skinny jeans... People figure this stuff out. When some idealistic segment of society tries to package what should be a natural progression into a shrink-wrapped package of empty marketing gimmicks, useless plastic garbage and unrealistic expectations, the results are almost uniformly bad for the whole damn world. I call this the Couch effect. It relies on a willful suspension of any expectation of competence on the part of the people we have delegated to make decisions for us. Fads are fads, they fade out. TV shows get cancelled, newspapers fail, blogs dry up, VD becomes resistant to antibiotics. Classics remain classics. So there's that. At any rate. Once a day is my new goal. May not happen. Check back in another month and see if I've managed even one post. Even if it's just a link.