The city had been fairly decent for a change. When you are on the streets a lot , cold and slush just don’t sell. This past week the cold has been down into the negative numbers. Today it seemed like it would warm up. It was about 30 F at lunch. Now the wind is picking up and there’s snow in the air. It looks like we’ll have to deal with some weather after all. Mother Nature’s a bitch. I plan on holing up here and jacking into the Net to avoid dealing with it. Maybe it will go away on its own.

I’m jacked in and finding a plethora of old nostalgic crap in blogs from the past decade. The last century seems so long ago. I’ve decided to put Time on my list of bitches as well.

Here’s a sampling of some of my dreck in the form of dismal poetry. You know, it ain’t half bad. **poem here**

I’ve also discovered a cache of William Gibson stories. God, that man could write something wicked. I read that he was locked up in some nuthouse, for his own good, like ten, fifteen years ago. Someone else said he escaped this rat-race and he’s living on an island in the South Pacific. Yeah, right. I heard most of those islands were under water now. But, shit, you can’t believe nobody on the net.

The day has gone. Time to unwind. The day zipped past like so many days do it seems. A thick black elixir of caffeine sustained me though. I went out earlier. I bought some new speakers, because my old ones hummed. It wasn’t snowing yet, so that was ok. And, I stopped to get groceries. I can’t live on “virtual food” you know! So, I’ve been popping Mike & Ike candy, and trying hard to finish up something presentable here. Maybe I can run the spell checker (where’s the damn AI when you need it?!?), and I can turn on the vid-screen and pass out. Remember to breathe.