We live in an age where the dominant paradigms are to treat people like machines… and to treat machines like people.

About three weekends ago, R expressed an interest in getting into Lost. Unlike what seems to be a majority of our geekish peers, etc., we haven’t been watching it. Honestly, we’ve had plenty of shows to watch already, with part of the blame for this being TiVo, which eliminates any personal excuses that TV-watching humans used to use on themselves to get over missing a show. “It doesn’t come on at a good time, I hate watching commercials, I don’t have time, I keep forgetting to put in a tape,” etc. (For the record, these shows include House, Monk, Psych, Doctor Who, among others.)

Well, after some discussion, I ran all over town late that Saturday night, looking to rent a copy of the Season 1 DVD, though in the end, I went to the 24-hour Walmart (hack, spit) and just bought it outright. Two week’s later, we’ve started Season 2. With help from iTunes, we’ll probably be caught up with regular airings by the time the show comes back from its winter hiatus.

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For about a week and a half now, I’ve been taking a multivitamin every day. And since then, I’ve started to feel like my mood has improved. I seem to be less morose, and less defensive, and a bit more confident. I feel better, not in any physical way, but in a more not-identifiable overall general way. I think have a little more energy than normal.

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I haven’t been posting much anywhere lately, as I’ve been spending most of my commuting time working on a NaNoWriMo novel.

For the uninitiated, the goal of NaNoWriMo is to write a 50,000 word book by November 30. Quality is entirely optional. So far this year, I’m just over 10,000 words; 1/5 of the way done, with 1/2 of the month left to go.

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The bus at 2nd Ext and Jackson was sitting there, running, doors wide open. I saw it at the stop as I was walking up. I knew that I wouldn’t make it, because in order to cross Jackson, the light has to be green for 2nd Ext, so any bus sitting there will be leaving the moment you get the right to cross. It’s basically just a massive tease and “haha you’re boned” feeling as you walk up 4th.

But for some reason I was able to cross and the bus hadn’t left yet. I figured the driver saw me running and decided to pity me. The bus was chock full, and I managed to cram one of the more retarded seats you can get. The bus still hasn’t moved. The doors are still open. At some point the bus driver announces “Maybe my follower will pick us up, not sure.” Hmm, I say aloud. Something wrong with the bus? Eventually another bus of the same route did show up, and it was cramped even worse than the first. People were getting on in the middle of the street.