So I've thought some of actually shutting the site down. It's time for me to renew my address with Network Solutions, the guys who gave me 'Ruined.Net', and also the payment at Dreamhost, the wunnerful people who host my site on their massive, always-connected servers. And it's not like I've gotten on here and written any rants in the past six months.

Six months? Insane. Okay, except for that last piece I found, the really depressing one reminding me of college days. For the most part though, I've been a fairly happy guy or the things I've been ill about I haven't felt proper about putting them on the web. That would likely mean my gripes would be about someone who knows I have the website. And well, it's one thing to be mad at someone, it's another to broadcast it out to the world. Or at least the miniscule sector of the world who occasionally check this site. So no, I haven't written any rants.

And it's not that I've been mega-happy either. There have been some instances where, oh man, I've just been livid. There was this time when me and one of the roommates got stranded in Chapel Hill for a short time. There was a citywide blackout, and we didn't realize it. I was running low on gas and figured 'hey, this would be the best place to try and fill up'. Well then the city was out of power, no love there. And the fools at the gas station, they thought we were gonna try and rob them, a case of 'looting fever' since the power was down. They couldn't comprehend that I needed to wait for gasoline, should the power come back up in minutes. So they called the cops on us, big thuglike people that we are. And the cops, ever helpful, I would say. They pretty much said 'screw you guys, get out of our city', etc. No love that we were almost out of gas, no thought that with the bumper to bumper traffic courtesy of no working traffic lights would drain the tank dry. My car stopping on the highway because it's empty, no that's much better than being quietly tucked away in a gas station parking lot. Dangerous felon, I am, I am.

We were so enraged when we left there. I was proclaiming my newly sworn oath as a terrorist, threatening to sacrifice this gas station to Allah in a righteous fireball. It was great. Luckily we did make it back to a part of Durham with electricity. I was able to gas up, my car now running on fumes. Don't you just love it when people are so helpful? 'Look at it this way, we can't get gas for our cruisers either.' Thanks, you jackass. Public servant, yeah right. So Ray and I have proclaimed the entirety of Chapel Hill to be a Black Pit of Hell, unfit for consumption. Jay, who works there, disagrees of course. He argues that it should be Cary…

Anyways, so there have been some rants brewing. Just nothing that has driven me to write and post. I could easily get on and write something, small instances of what's going on in my life, but I don't think anyone truly cares about that. This isn't an online journal, even if I occasionally talk about my downtrodden feelings. I've considered it, since I do occasionally peruse the lives of these people, but I don't think so. If I have trouble writing one entry in six months, who would have the delusion that I would write something daily?

2001. Not too bad of a start. I've reached the point where I love to read again and I'm able to write. Ever since I had my knee surgery at the beginning of 1999, I haven't wanted to read anything. It was difficult for me. I think it really had to do with how much I read those two weeks I was out of work. I knocked out maybe ten books on that hiatus, and after that I just couldn't sit still long enough to devote myself to a book. Now though, I'm set. Check out the list on the right to see what I've read in the past few months, and what I'm intending to read soon enough. The inherent fun of reading (joy of reading sounds really bad if you think about it) has returned, and I'm very happy.

Oh yeah, the writing. Remember that behemoth of a book I'm working on? Well maybe I don't talk about it too much, not to jinx me. But I've rededicated myself to the book, and have put together a good amount of effort in the past month. The whole thing is starting to realize itself, and it frightens me just a little. What? I may actually finish a big project I work on? Nah, never. I know my track record. We'll see.

So, anything else to toss on these pages? Not right now. But I might want to do some tomorrow, or the next day, so I guess I should keep the website. And hey, how would I get my web email if I got rid of it all? Damn…