From the Bunker on Thursday Morning

I figure that since I'm at home today and yesterday instead of being at work, I may as well be productive. So here I am, Thursday morning, tea and oatmeal by my side, forcing production.

I posted an old bit of writing called The Tic and the Toc in the Clock to one of my many specialized blogs. I hadn't read it over since writing it and the opportunity for revision exposes itself like that woman I saw downtown doing something gross on the sidewalk. That was a simile. Also, on another of my specialized blogs, I wrote about Direct and Indirect Consequences. (Really, something doesn't have to be designed for a purpose that it now fills; if it does it, it does it!) Finally, I added something new to Crime of Life, although I still prefer the one I wrote on vegetarianism. Wow, if I had a dollar for every bit of self-promotion I just did, I'd have... um... four dollars. Follow me on Twitter. There, five dollars.

Often I get notions of what I would do if I ever became suddenly rich. Last night - in a dream, of course - I bought a plot of land somewhere remote in South America, built a completely self-sustaining farm on it, and imported all my best friends. That was where we started our own little community. I woke up before I could really enjoy it, though. You would have liked it.