I have more than a few things I’d like to write about, but I’ve been suffering from what is probably the worst gout attack ever (acute attack lasting more than a week). All I’ve been doing lately is working inefficiently, sleeping, and being grumpy.
Hopefully this will clear up and I’ll be able to focus enough to write again. If it doesn’t happen in the next day or so it’s pretty likely I’ll just chop my foot off and be done with it.
Is anyone else rather surprised at the timing of this and this? Spooky. I might argue that the UN appointing an ambassador for extraterrestrial contact is laden with meaning in and of itself, but, hey, I’ll just keep my tinfoil hat in my bag for now.
Brittany and I got into a discussion about this. She’s of the opinion that the best thing to do in the event that a) aliens visit earth and b) it’s a bit like Pizarro in 1524 is to die early.
I’m still not sure how I feel about that. My gut tells me I’d be a resistance fighter. But really, in the presence of overwhelming technology, it’s probably irrelevant.
Still, a part of me has always agreed completely with Zapata, “It is better to die on your feet than live on your knees.”
Then again, one outcome we discussed was that the aliens just end up like the District 9 ones, which would probably equally suck, but for entirely different reasons.
Anyways, I’m off now to a pre-wedding meetup. This is going to be a very busy two weeks, and I am really hoping that the gout will go away and stay the fuck away for it.
I’ll write more on that, but I’ve been having pretty good luck using a combination of techniques. I can put pressure on my right foot again, which is an improvement..