The Fat Man Today

I love cats, and have been the owner of a cat/cats for over a decade now. And while none of my cats have had that much longevity - the oldest being Zardos, the fat cat who lived to age 11 - they've mostly been amazing companions who kept me happy and sane despite, you know, life. I lived without a cat for a spell in 2007, and I honestly can't believe how I did that.

A screenshot of my Grab booking screen. I rode a Grabbed Uber this evening. I was on the way home from a meeting, and a commute would have taken way too much time, considering that I was coming from a city away. What can I say: nearly a decade of working from home has made me fairly resistant to the idea of traveling away from my home city, and the idea of going to the center of the neighboring city via public transportation was horrifying.

Some of you might notice that I've changed a few things in the ol' blog. The previous template was a drag to update, and since I'm no HTML wiz, I decided to do a revamp of sorts. (Some of you might know that I tend to do this once in a while, so thanks for putting up with me guys. I appreciate it.)

I used to think I was an all-out liberal. I had all the makings of one. I was (or I wanted to be) a writer, I was all for equal rights, I was all about kindness and justice. I liked drinking, living the free life, staying up late, burning the candle from both ends. It was a free world, and people were free to live as they dreamed. After all, your dreams are what make you, and if you can't indulge in your creativity, then it's a very dull world indeed. Nowadays, I'm not so sure. I'm still a drinker, I still write for a living. I believe in justice, but not so much in kindness. I still stay up late, and I still think that creativity is important in keeping the world a great, happy place.