I Can Only Presume

There was a bit of a lull there, but we appear to be back on track. What's more, it's the very same track I somewhat established earlier! Perhaps continuity is not so dreaded after all. I seem to have something of an affinity for it, in any case.

Busy, busy times these days. Lots of final projects coming up, lots to get done, and yet somehow also lots of free time. Procrastination is especially effective lately, it seems. Come May-ish I'll feel differently, I'm sure, but for now my afternoons are occupied largely with figuring out how to occupy them.

Anyway. Today the Buddha apologizes for his pun, because I'm tired of Otto griping at him. That and the trend of griping can only continue for so long before Otto just snaps and kills everybody. Which in itself would, I suppose, bring up some entertaining questions as to how life, death, and murder are defined in a purely geometrical context. Similar to the reproduction question, at that.

Something to think about.