We who are so small count on our stature least of all.

The relative insanity of a Monday morning has been dissipated by a delightful early breakfast. Even two hind-numbing hours of meetings couldn’t get rid of the power from three cups of coffee. In the last couple of weeks the craziness of work has increased, or at least the part of ‘work’ that I’m responsible for. Thankfully I enjoy being in the position of ordering my betters around, so no harm done there. I’m tricking on Hammerfall’s most recent disc, Chapter V: Unbent, Unbowed, Unbroken. For Swedish-Battle Metal it’s very good. It’s very good for any Battle Metal. Joacim Cans vocals are distinctive, even while reminding me of Ralf Scheepers and Harry Conklin. Some Jon Schaffer as well, I suppose. I was having some fun making Mandelbrot sets the other day, but that fun sort of flitted away after about 30 minutes. Who’d have figured? Then I spent the week divesting thought and extrapolation to mereological ontological arguments, purely as a frame of reference for the weekend. I had to ease my way into BSG season 2.0. It rocked, by the by. I have to admit I was disappointed about the collapse of the Dubai port deal, as I fully expected that it would open up the possibility of vacationing there sometime in the near future. It’s like the future in Dubai. The real future people always talk about. Oh well.