In which your rum-humbliest old 'blogger shoves a bit of his so-called "flash fiction" at your eyeballs.
In which letter-writing is mused on, but my specific intended subject is dealt with swiftly in the end.
In which there can be only little claim that my prose, my posts, are anything akin to Laurence Sterne's Tristram Shandy, and yet—
In which I expend much effort to create something that will only marginally improve efficiency, and in the end may be just as much or more work as before.
In which I attempt to explain my life-long enthusiasm for Doctor Who, whether it needs explaining or not.
In which I consider my critical stance on movies, and how that is or is not related to any actual cinematographic merit.
In which a perspective is reached on moving through space when other people are involved.
In which I put aside anxiety and just... drive.
In which I reflect on getting lost in England in 2001 and missing out on a trip to see Oscar Wilde's college.
In which we go see Robert Eggers's new version of Nosferatu, and reflect on the experience in itself, and compared to the original.
In which I experience the highs and lows of overtime work for the (gasp!) very first time in my life. Is it for me? Will I exploit it for all the time-and-a-half it pays?
In which web components are discovered and implemented, and there is much rejoicing to be had. The benefits of thinking out loud.
In which I present my incredibly janky foray into an unfinished interactive 2D side-scroller featuring a crow.
In which I finally watch a particularly amazing music video, and reminisce about vaguely tangentially-related memories from my time in England, ages ago.
In which I look back on my excursions with web design, specifically with HTML and CSS, over the past couple decades. Yes, decades.
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