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camwynAin't gonna write 'bout politics no more for a while. Unless maybe they're someone else's politics. That could be amusing. I could pick a totally random country and get myself into a froth about the way things are being run in Lisbon, or Dhaka, or whatever the capital is of Chad... eh, we'll talk about that later, maybe. I'm just gonna say two things:
One, I started reading Snow Crash on the train in to work this morning and that is a terrible thing for a naturally cynical sysadmin who has always been vaguely afraid of having her soul sucked out by technology to read.
Two, nothing makes for good Hellblazer fanfic like the mixture of cynicism at one's country, disappointment in one's fellow human beings, and a powerful dislike of government.
Methinks this election will be just the kick in the pants I need to get the next HB:H chapter written. If only because dammit, I gotta get Neal Stephenson out of my head. I can't get more than two sentences into that book without hearing either Lawrence Fishburne or Avery Brooks narrating. This is NOT A GOOD THING when I am about to spend my day wrangling computers and walking along the bed of the River of Neon. (Side note: is it just me, or is anyone else vaguely squicked by the idea of the oncoming Matrix MMORPG? I mean, really, my fellow geeks paying for the privilege of living in a virtual world in which the premise is that we're all living in a virtual world for the sake of our silicon masters? Why don't we all just put on name tags reading "Hello, my name is CYPHER" and get it over with?") So, yeah... Hellblazer is probably the healthiest way of dealing with all of this, even if it's been a while since I last read a Sorting Feast scene. I'll catch up.
One, I started reading Snow Crash on the train in to work this morning and that is a terrible thing for a naturally cynical sysadmin who has always been vaguely afraid of having her soul sucked out by technology to read.
Two, nothing makes for good Hellblazer fanfic like the mixture of cynicism at one's country, disappointment in one's fellow human beings, and a powerful dislike of government.
Methinks this election will be just the kick in the pants I need to get the next HB:H chapter written. If only because dammit, I gotta get Neal Stephenson out of my head. I can't get more than two sentences into that book without hearing either Lawrence Fishburne or Avery Brooks narrating. This is NOT A GOOD THING when I am about to spend my day wrangling computers and walking along the bed of the River of Neon. (Side note: is it just me, or is anyone else vaguely squicked by the idea of the oncoming Matrix MMORPG? I mean, really, my fellow geeks paying for the privilege of living in a virtual world in which the premise is that we're all living in a virtual world for the sake of our silicon masters? Why don't we all just put on name tags reading "Hello, my name is CYPHER" and get it over with?") So, yeah... Hellblazer is probably the healthiest way of dealing with all of this, even if it's been a while since I last read a Sorting Feast scene. I'll catch up.
