Yeah, yeah, yeah. I never post. I'd say "so sue me," but that might be possible these days

Life's been good lately. Temps jumped above freezing the other day and the icicles from the porch upstairs dripped onto my car. The water slid down the windshield in a tapered strip and froze a few minutes later. This gave it a "devil lock" like Jerry Only.

Because running the desk for the night means putting stories from the news wire (ex. The Associated Press), I try to at least take a look at every national and international story available. With the American economy in turmoil, two wars, global warming and a Hollywood writers strike, there's a lot to digest. And that's not even counting what I call "statistical probabilities."

With 6.5 billion (and counting) people on Earth, there's no such thing anymore as too crazy, too smart, too dumb, too reclusive, too obsessive, ect. Statistically, there's a one-in 6.5billion chance for almost anything. If it is physically possible to live a life around a specific principle, someones done it. People will marry a parking space, they'll live with only Red Hots for sustinance and they'll follow paparazzi fodder like Lindsey Lohan into Hell and back.

And that's outside of Alaska. There's a little tiff up here about oil, seing as we're running out and all. Oh, and the government is deciding whom to help with building a natural gas pipeline. Y'know, little things like that. It's not like oil is at triple digits per barrel. Oh wait ...

In a given day, I see a lot of evil and good, all coded into 26 symbols and sent to my computer screen. War, famine, hope, triumph; it's all happening somewhere. It's enough to make me feel incredibly small when I step into the Box, kick my shoes onto the snow-soaking towel in the corner and unfold my futon to zap my brain with television waves until I'm stress-free enough to rest.

My newest post-work mind-number is "Heroes" which I'm watching for a few hours a night on Netflix. The premise isn't exactly original (it's "X-Men" with a destiny theme) and the story is stretched so thin that it leaves little room for suspense. Still, it has a smart bag of tricks and some of the characters are engaging enough to keep me coming back.

My brother told me my Alaska journey was his "adventure story." I wonder if the chapter with me sitting Indian-style on my futon at 1 a.m. nacking on Goldfish crackers and watching a two-year-old TV show on a laptop set on a standalone TV tray will make the final edit.

But hey! I got a three-day weekend coming up, which is longer than all my time off in the last three weeks combined. Maybe I'll hit a hill with a sled or check out the hot springs. There are possibilites, and this adventure story just got out of the prologue. Maybe not. We'll see.