17.02 ver 1.0  @ 1837
episode Zero

 
hi ! my name is sid, w/c is short for sidley. 
i didn't particularly look forward to the incoming new year, 
only because i'm one of those snooty intellectual types (sometimes) who are very particular about putting things in their right place and time. 
not compulsion, but the whole new millenium deal isn't  ACTUALLY happening just yet. we still have a lotta time to stock up on various sundries.

Anyway, that's next year. but this one's here, and we might as well enjoy it. i haven't been up to a whole lot of new things. 
i didn't even know that there's a name for the sort of thing that i've been going through lately - but there is. 
SAD (rather aptly named, isn't it?) is seasonal affective disorder. kinda like funky lingo for the winter blues. 
but, um, i happen to like overcast skies and snow. it's the cold that i can't handle. tomorrow's spozedly dropping about a  foot or so of the white fluff. 

This is news? You tell me. So on to the good stuff. In the midst of it all: 
The craziness that's been going on at work (that's another story which is sortov an unusually sore point for me, and is vaguely alluded to here), 
my self-imposed sabbatical from the harrowing social circus that is Chicago's monstrous nightlife, and the Ravana which obstructs my studies 
in both BuddhiZen and Transhumanism - i'd like to think that i'm doing pretty well. not that I've ever so dangerously close to what mister neech
referred to as the Abyss staring back at you. What patently morbid thinking ! Good thing I grew out of that

But I digress. "Idle hands are the devil's workshop" (or so it says in a German quote book that i keep on a nearby  shelf), 
and i've kept away from being the devil's tool for quite a good while. i've come up with some pretty curious things in that time. 
Take a look and tell me what you think. If it ever strikes your fancy, drop me a line. Or a hue & a cry. Whatever you feel like at the time(^:


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