Panthera Sapiens Ellipsis: The Blog

I've lived for close to a quarter-century now; if the current average life expectancy in Spore is anything to go by, I have a half-century more to go before cancer or disease or accident claims me--that is, of course, assuming I don't stray off into some sort of natural disaster or get murdered or something. I just wonder, what would a good life goal be? I mean, what do I want a description of me, say, when I'm thirty years old to be like? How about at forty? One would think it might be an idea to describe comprehensively the kind of person one wants to be at some given future point; that way one has an idea of things to do, milestones to pass, etc.; one would also think that this description should, where possible, be specific and not tied to transient standards (e.g. "spends less than 50 hours a week on the Internet" is good; "less time online" is bad). So, let's get to describing. ...or at least that was what I was going to type up... the day befo...

After all, it's sweet and best served cold and not terribly good for anybody's health. It's one of those quotes I Googled and couldn't find any one source for, though perhaps attempting to find the origins of a witty phrase one comes across in the comments section of a webcomic through Google is a doomed enterprise in itself. It's Monday! Monday mourning. I mean morning. Either way of spelling it seems to work... It's also been about 12 days since my last post, and for the life of me it doesn't seem like the past 12 days were terribly eventful, though I'm sure they were; I've been tired and sleepy and twice last week I slept before 11pm, which is a rare occurrence in itself. But then lately I find myself getting tired earlier than I used to, and waking before the alarm, which should be taken as more alarming than a seismic rumble in Christchurch. (That's probably an ill-chosen simile.) And, of course, there's little more than a month remainin...