In the process of cleaning out old files on my hard drive, I find myself reading old irc logs, saved to my hard drive at a time when I found my view of the world undergoing some serious tremors. During the time since those eventful weeks took place, a recurring question has plagued me. All attempts to discover a definitive answer have proved futile.

The question on my mind again tonight: Was I sane?

It's snowing like a wild baboon with rabies tonight. Hooray!

Guess what everybody? It's time for Bitscape to type another mindless piece of "content".

16 episodes of B5 during the past 14 hours. I think I might be approaching the verge of overdose. I gotta sleep. Peace.

Well, here I am. After already coming over here once tonight to visit Argo earlier (surf the web, watch Angel, etc), and driving back to mom's place to go to bed, I found a piece of snail mail waiting, and just couldn't get myself go to sleep. Now, having laid awake for nearly an hour, I've arisen from bed, dressed, come out in the cold, and driven all the way back over to this here Laser Fortress just to type a rambling. So... I guess I had better have something worthwhile to write.

As I was driving to work this afternoon, the local community radio station was reporting on the anti-war protests going on locally and around the world.

Today, I journied to the Boulder Compound, where activities included the filming of footage for a documentary about the making of the worst scifi series.

And here I was, thinking that tonight I'd type a typical rambling regarding mundane practical matters and crap at work. But instead, behold the insanity... It must be the sick music I've been subjecting myself to.

I'd like to write a little bit of content, since it's been a few days, but I don't really have anything to say.

Gradually, I have came to this realization: I am in denial about my life.

Sunday, 12:30am, Tobias slippin' and slidin' down US 36 in the dark with near blizzard conditions, as snow continues to fall in front of the headlights. Straddlin' the lanes, no other vehicles in sight. I slam the brakes, and then hit the gas a few times, just for fun. Testing the conditions. The speedometer jumps from 40 to 0, then back up to 40. Hit the gas. It goes up to 60, and then I let it fall back down to around 40. Throughout it all, the car continues to move at a constant speed. This is what winter is all about.