And Then?

I'm going to write a book, and it's going to make me rich.

No, better yet, I'm going to write a piece of software.

Or build a web site.

I am going to do one of these things, and lots of people are going to give me money for it. I will then have great big pots of money, and I'll be able to...

..what?

Do what, exactly?

What would I do if money wasn't an issue?

If I had all the money in the world?

"Make a difference"?

"Help the needy"?

"Improve quality of life"?

Good grief.

Deeply Concerned.

On my way into work this morning I thought I saw a man holding a fishing line over the edge of a road bridge, into a freeway.

As the morning progressed I became increasingly concerned about whether I had the equaliser settings on my radio quite right. Whether I was listening to the music exactly as it was intended, or some bastardisation of it. I couldn't stand the thought, so I turned it off.

As I reached to pull my phone out of my pocket to record a reminder to myself I saw a police car drive past. I forgot what I wanted to remind myself of.

Obsequeious Cosmonaut.

So there.

Decollectivizing Vampires.

There. Now it's no longer a googlewhack.

Twelve Reasons.

There are, of course, only twelve unique reasons for doing anything worthwhile in life.

The first two are validation and personal fulfilment, the third is money, and the next eight are sex.

I'll leave the last as an exercise for the reader.

Just Great.

Adulthood begins when you realise that no matter how good you are at something, someone will always be better.

Greatness begins when you realise this is bollocks.

Nothing Personal.

Is a constant need for validation a recipe for success, or disaster?

Just curious.

Desparingly.

Why do people only despair when they realise what they don't have?

Apenipsato.

Why do we leave the lives of our children in the hands of ordinary people?

Hope Full.

Why do we so easily accept the rarity of goodness in the world?