Programmer, Interrupted

So I sit down to code, and get maybe 30 minutes in, and BAM, interruption. Sit back down and growl and swear a lot, get back into the zone, and BAM, another interruption. Growl, gonna go play games where I murder people.

So here’s today’s music:

Aside: Posted this with the micro.blog client, which now does long posts. I went into the WP dashboard to add categories, but it’d be just fine for most blogging.

Definition of Chutzpah: Dave Winer complaining someone else might shut off a blogging server without telling the users.

The Real World

People who think the “Real World” matters and care how much they “made a difference” just weird me out.

Electrons are a real part of the world, too.

You will die and your persona & works will be forgotten. Humans will go extinct, possibly quite soon. In a billion years the Sun will burn the Earth to a cinder.

There are, as you know, no gods or souls.

So it’s OK to fuck around and do nothing productive, make art for no purpose. Because nothing matters, you can do anything.