Some days, the blank computer screen can be so cruel.
I sit and ponder all of the things I might write about, and none of them seem worthwhile. I've beaten politics to death lately, and even I can't believe that anyone really cares to hear about my thoughts on the fourth dimension or quantum computers (or both together, although that does sound rather intriguing to me, now that I think about it).
I'd write some fiction, but I'm afraid that would reveal a little too much of my inner demons, and they are quite adamant about remaining hidden. Quite adamant.
So ultimately, I am reduced to writing a self-referential article. Self-reference is a neat topic in itself. Douglas Hofstader won a Pulitzer prize for his book "Gödel, Escher, Bach: An Eternal Golden Braid", which delves deeply into the subject of self-reference, among a host of other things. I recommend it to anyone interested in thinking about thought, music, math, and the relationship between them. I have it on good authority that it can cause or cure insomnia, too, depending on the reader.
Work has been going pretty well lately. I've just finished enabling a feature in our software that I started about four or five years ago. Who, me, procrastinate? As usual, the fear of having to do this task was much worse than the actuality. I must have had needed to think about it subconsciously all that time. Yeah, that's it. It ("geometry instancing", for those who care) ended up slipping in fairly easily. For those who haven't seen our software, you can get a glimpse of it here.
Well, that wasn't so bad, was it? Another case of writer's block beaten into submission. And I didn't even have to derive Graham's number to keep myself entertained. Believe me, you've just dodged a bullet there.
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Off we rant, into the wild blue yonder...