Y'know, one of the (few!) things I miss from when I smoked was heading out the back to the patio, watching the evening stars (and a little satellite spotting!), and just generally listening to silence or better yet nature settling in for the night. Kathy would often join me out there too. 'twas a nice gain perspective time. I'd talk to myself a little too. Nothing manic, mind, just vocalising thoughts, maybe sending wishes out to the Verse, chewing cud, or mulling story ideas over.

I think I need to get more into regularly blogging about stuff that matters and stuff that just doesn't. Y'know, the everyday stuff that everyone deals with. A bit more like Doogie Houser without the cheesy MIDI piano soundtrack, or better yet like Wil Wheaton (more on this guy later, just finished reading his books, he thoroughly rocks!)

So, dear reader, apologies in advance, but I'm giving up on trying to be one of few pithy words, razor-sharp astuteness like John Gruber and co. (like I'd ever come close!) and I'm just going to be a little brave and talk to myself. Big Wil style.

We can still be friends though, right?

Right?