Ok, I think this one is going to be truly random. That means I don't even know what's going to end up in it. Off we go! Wheee...

So today, or this evening, rather, I decided it was high time to give pood old Argo some much-needed attention. (In case anyone hadn't noticed, I treat my gadgets like Tori Amos treats her songs. That can be as cryptic as you want it to be.) The reason I came to realize that Argo needed this attention was that I was finally about to work on integrating Jaeger's long-sitting collective patch. But I couldn't do so with a clear mind. The hard drive was too MESSY to even allow me to think!

In my home directory, I maximized an xterm, did an ls, and many columns of junk files scrolled past the top of the screen. Eeeeeek! A hard drive cleaning was more than necessary.

I started deleting the obvious stuff. (I'm still not finished with that.) Old versions of programs, little curiosities I downloaded once but no longer need, and other odd little things that no longer have relevance. Some things were from a few weeks ago. Some a few months.

Based on the creation time of some of the files that were/are just sitting idle in my home directory, I could estimate that the last time I really cleaned my home directory was over 6 months ago. It boggles the mind.

6 months of my life, gone by in a flash. Text files I wrote in February, just sitting there as if just written yesterday. Untouched.

6 months is a half of a year.

A normal human lifespan is roughly 75 years, give or take a few.

By that logic, nearly 1/3 of my expected lifetime is in the past. Half of an entire year has just gone by with the snap of a finger while I wasn't even paying attention. This isn't even the first time that has happened. A few more snaps of the finger like that, and... It's a disquieting thought.

This afternoon, we went to Barnes and Noble, where, without really intending to, I inevitably became so intriqued with one of the books that I made a purchase. (The knowledge that I already have over a dozen (very conservative estimate) unread books in my queue didn't stop me in the least. Because this one, just like all the ones before it, was just to fascinating to miss.)

My eye initially flagged the title as familiar, but I couldn't place where. After examination, I recalled that it was from a discussion at work. The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley. It's now being made into a miniseries, hence a new wave of hype and promotion.

As explained in the prologue, the book retells the legend of King Arthur from the persective of Morgaine, or, more generally, from the female/Pagan perspective, beginning with Igraine (Arthur's mother) in the castle of Gorlois, when Morgaine was an infant.

I'm getting the urge, sometime in the near future (after I've read a bit more of the tale), to whip out my Excalibur DVD and watch it again for the first time.

Sorry, I just couldn't resist the coffee commercial allusion. That was with my Bob Sagat unfunny hat on.

Alright, that's enough of this rambling. I think I'll now go back to doing... something, or... other.