I still live!

Let's just skip the part where I apologize for not posting and go straight to the part where you forgive me.

Good?  Good.

So why have I been away so much?  Reader, I thought we were past this... but fine, if you must know, I started a new job!

I am now working for the Association for Progressive Communications, and it is AWESOME!  I'm working on their new project Internet Rights are Human Rights.  Oh yes Reader, I get paid to write.

Helloooo validation!  This is like when your girlfriend tells you you're a "perfect fit".  Wait, no it's not.  IT'S NOT LIKE THAT AT ALL!


Soooo basically my job is to promote and protect freedom of expression online, so people like you can read the   clever insights  astute observations   insane ramblings of people like me.

It would be even better if they paid me.

As my long-time readers may recall, I have worked for NGOs before.  Basically NGO stands for Never Get Overtime.  You do lots of work and get paid mostly in pride.

Still, I love what I do.  I wouldn't trade it for the world.  Maybe Boba Fett's armour.

Return of the Jedi!

Yes, in this scenario I am the Jedi.  Deal with it.

I have finally returned from my travels in the southwest, and I have tales to tell.  After two weeks spent camping in the desert (and the desolate hellscape that is the site of Burning Man) I got in last night and had the most satisfying shower of my life.  I can't describe to you how dirty I was.  There was dust in... places.

Much vigorous scrubbing later, I finally managed to remove the layer of sediment caked onto my skin. From there I fell into bed and slept for twelve glorious hours.

I missed you, Reader.  You're looking good.  Have you lost weight?  Sorry I haven't called.  I was busy   really really drunk   stranded in 1885    out of range of the internet, telephones and people who know how to spell "centre"   thinking of you.

Lots of travel stories in the works.  For now, I have a big paper due tomorrow for my NGO* contract. 

*If you've never worked for an NGO, picture all the stress of a high-up government job except with the pay/benefits of a line cook.

It's good to be home.