where are you?

I know I know. I never call, I never write. It’s like I’ve dropped off the face of the planet. That’s how I’ve been feeling as of late, anyway, despite the fact that I have been keeping in relatively good touch with a lot of people lately. But mostly because I’ve been extraordinarily busy. Busy busy. Idle hands, and all that.

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watch the sky

In case you don’t already know, Wil Wheaton has a blog. Yeah, that’s right. Wil Wheaton. The skinny kid from Star Trek and Stand By Me. And if you didn’t know he had a blog, you’re probably thinking something negative about the guy, but once you read the blog you’ll realize that he’s a far cry (and at once not that far at all) from the skinny kid on Star Trek. He’s insightful. Witty, even, and writes on everything from pop-culture to sci-fi to Suicide Girls. (That’s right, Suicide Girls.)

playing catch up

I got an email earlier today (or perhaps last night?) from my very good friend Juli who I haven’t spoken with in quite a while. In her email she asked about my new job and about something I wrote in my blog about another friend of mine whose relationship is coming to end. Both these comments made me realize that I must have been posting some rather random things in this little blog and not paying attention to the details. (And that Juli and I really need to catch up. We will! I promise!)