Great glutenous heaps of fat hippy joy! I have a fucking internet connection again! Are these tears of joy running down my cheeks? Is it true that miracles do happen? I feel like I should give away my worldly possessions and devote my time to comforting the dying in the Black Hole of Calcutta because God has granted me a sign!

Nah, fuck it.

It’s good to be back though. My inboxes were filling up and I haven’t had the time to post much to this site due to actually being busy at work for once. But all that hardship is over now. Daveb’s back. Tell your mom I said hi.

I admit that this bleak period of being offline taught me a few important lessons and other such things about myself that at least for a few minutes worth of half-assed effort, I will be attempting to remedy.

Since my purchase of a decent MP3 player around the beginning of the year, my reading habits have stagnated. Normally I carry a book with me, either electronic or in dead-tree format, wherever I go. Most of the time I would only read on the subway going to and from work. What with the ability to carry my entire music collection with me and pummel my eardrums to a bloody mess wherever I wanted, that changed. During the past week, I managed to finish Neal Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon and I fucking loved every word of it. It took me seven months to read (like I said, the whole mp3 thing), but it comes highly recommended.

It used to be that back in the day, before Moses and all that parting the Dead Sea shit, I’d consume roughly one book a week. I don’t feel like I need to get back to that, but I’ve promised to read fiction, without the use of a monitor, for at least a half hour a day.