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Vacation time! See y’all in 2 weeks. Don’t shoot anyone in the face while I’m out.

Online checkin and printout of your boarding pass? Not so much.

Woohoo! I’m famous, bitches! Bow before me, for I am dangerous!

Oh, and the TSA and Bush administration can lick my sweaty nutsac. I’ve got your freedom of speech right here.

I’ve been thinking a lot lately, about my life and approach thereto. See, generally, I’m a pretty equanimous kind of guy. Trying to live in a state of joyful anticipation, appreciating the rhythm, embracing whatever may come, just celebrating the chance to be. Celebrating in an understated, mostly internally rejoiced way.

Now I’m thinking that too long in that state, of being in the now, of being the rock in the stream, makes me lose my initiative and I get stuck in a rut. This has the effect of making me feel and, just as importantly, appear apathetic and uncaring.

Who knew that a null state of joyful anticipation could end up being a downer. I guess the streambed needs an earthquake every now and then to shake the rock free from it’s position and lose the sediment.

The trick is trying to balance the two (or more) states with the minimum of disruption. I’m still working on that part, but I think with due care and some nudges from ghostfinger the joy can be maintained indefinitely.

Cool.