And so it goes…away.

Poor old Vonnegut – I hate to admit to being so ill-informed, but even when that book of essays came out a year or three ago, I assumed it was posthumous.

I know a great many folks compared Douglas Adams to Vonnegut over the years, often enough that Adams railed against it if reminded. Which is one area where I have to disagree with my favorite author – if I had written any fiction that was compared to the works of Vonnegut, I would’ve hung it up right then and there just in case my next project didn’t live up to that praise.

Vonnegut’s work was informed by an edge of bitterness that, at least until “Mostly Harmless”, Adams just didn’t have (and even in “MH,” Adams didn’t deserve to claim that bitterness). Bitterness and yet just a smidgeon of world-weary hope that maybe humankind might gets its act together and learn the folly of its ways – it was such a weird mixture, and I’ve never run into anything quite like Vonnegut’s writing. I doubt I will again. I’ve been really bothered by my inability to write an obit for the news section that came close to even being in the same solar system as an adequate send-off. I’m going to write it off as me being tired and just not quite able to process the news.

I figured out how to beam new wallpapers and MIDI ringtones into my wife’s phone via infrared from my phone. Talk about a convoluted way of doing things – her phone isn’t bluetooth capable. Oddly enough she didn’t want any Katamari Damacy music or “Xanadu” as ringtones!

In news that will stun absolutely no one, the “video game characters” theme seems to be out the window where the baby room is concerned. I knew that idea was going to last about 10 minutes tops (and I wasn’t even the one who suggested it). Ah well. Guess I’ll just keep that little idea about painting the baby room to look like the interior of the TARDIS to myself…

I’m a little scatterbrained and burned out mentally right now, so you’ll have to forgive me for not having more to say at the moment. During the course of the day, it really hit me how damn tired I’ve gotten after the almost completely sleep-free Week Of Worrying, and I’m looking forward to crashing this weekend, with my head on a pillow and a bed full of warm kitties.