Another day passes us by. It was another sunny and warm day, but what does that matter - today was a school (work) day. They don't care about you, they don't give a damn about the summer you're missing, all they want is your presence in the office. I might want to clarify for a quick second here - I'm not terribly bitter, just building up to my point.

Let me ask you, can you, and I mean is it physically possible, to do your job outside? My job, web programming monkey for a tech firm, is well-suited to being done on a laptop, on a hill, overlooking the water and mountains. I have a cell phone; it's not like we have a communication "issue". Ahhh, the great patterns of tradition.

It has just dawned on me that a "blog" is a wonderful place to rant. You can go off on whatever topic you choose for as long as you want, and no one demands their turn to speak. On the down side, I can sit here and rant to myself from now to infinity, but to whom? Who really wants to sit and read my drivel?

I'm not sure where I can go with this concept. I have the idea that a blog or diary is used to express feelings and thoughts that may not otherwised be expressed. However, I seem to have little difficulty in expressing myself whenever I feel the need. I don't consider this to be obnoxious, rather 'healthy'. It's the other people that think I'm obnoxious, but thankfully lovably so.

Well folks (or folk, or me), Traffic's playing on the tube in front of me (god, I love wireless networks!) and it's got me in a funny head space. The use of colours, music, and real life, non-movie sounds. It's a pretty effective use of cinematic effects - well put together, if a little preachy. I think that I shall head to bed, with Soderbergh's blue and yellow colour washes tinting my dreams.

Buenas noches, mis amigos.