I just had to clear over 130 spam comments from the Book of PDR. What the chunks? Why so much? I’ve been disabling comments on posts that seemed to be getting the most, but the comments keep coming. They’re really making me challenge my belief that robots are cool.

Apart from that, not much. I am several days behind on my attempt at bad novel writing and I shall go work there instead of here.

Halloween happened. I wish I could say I’d done something spookier, but it was a decent quiet night all the same. I decided to go as Myself From The Future this year. I sprayed my hair grey and donned a lingering bitterness about the divorce. Apart from that, I was about the same as ever.

In other news, there is a hair on the back of my right hand that is way longer than the others, like thrice the length of the others and it sticks way up. What is that about? Judging by my costume I will apparently have this hair in the future as well, so there is no point in cutting it.

In still other news, I am going to try to participate in the National Novel Writing Month, which of course is right now. I have not bothered registering (when I tried that in the past, I did not write a novel) but I have a secret strategy this time: I am not going to care if the novel is good or not. I am just going to get myself to write one. I guess that is the point of the event to begin with, but last time I wanted something good. Screw that. This time, I am just going to make that amount of words happen. I was already working on an actual novel, but I only rarely get around to bothering with it. I assume that training myself to write more often with a novel I don’t care about will improve the frequency I write the one I care about. Another plus in not registering with them is that when I fail to finish the novel in time I won’t bring down their statistics.

And finally, a general note for those keeping track of my life. We are currently in the middle of the latest seasons of Curb Your Enthusiasm and the Venture Brothers. These are the shows that I find most amusing these days. If anyone out there is looking for something to watch: look for them.

I am not on the Twitter. I would say my most concerning issue with it is the limit on characters. Not often can my thoughts be summed up in less than two hundred characters. This is because my thoughts are complex and manly.

I have pondered such ideas as getting a Twitter account and saying nothing beyond “I’m on Twitter” once a day, or just using it as a link to posts on this here site, but even those are too much work for me to actually bother, it seems. But it has recently occurred to me that Twitter does have a distinct advantage: Instant posting. If I had one of those mobile devices that everyone has I would be able to put up my Twitter-thoughts as soon as I have them. Never would I forget what I was going to say before I got to a computer that would allow me to get to my website.

All of this discussion is because when I got home from work last night I had some idea in my head that I was sure would be an awesome post and when I woke up I had forgotten it. So you get this instead. Complex and manly.

Well, it appears that I didn’t write any less during my busy month than I do any other average month. Go figure. I guess that’s going to hurt my ability to blame lack of posts on work… Oh well. I’ll just have to write here more often. Yeah. That’s what I’ll have to do.

So… Fire sure is fun…

Previously on Book of PDR:

I had a computer virus which was quite mean and tenacious. My inability to get rid of it annoyed me, but having cleaned as much as I knew how to and enough to continue doing most of what I needed to do, I was content to let it be.

Last week my computer seemed to magically clear itself of the virus. Scans turned up some corrupted files that had been missing not been detected before and it cleared them up. Then I could do the two things the virus remnants had not been letting me do: I could defragment the drive and I could update my anti-virus software. But then it all went bad. Suddenly my computer was saying that I had 98% free space or something like that. I figured that was not good. Then the computer shut down. Also not good. The computer can no longer start up because it says it lacks an operating system. That, I can can only assume, is the final straw of not good. It looks very likely as though my computer died and lost everything saved on it. Music, photos and most devastatingly everything I’d written within the last six months or so is apparently gone. Skynet won that computer.

Now, obviously I am using a computer to write this. What I did was go out and got myself a laptop and now I am using this for my computing needs. I have a tradition as far as naming my computers. The first was Computron. The second was Computron V. The third was Computron X. This new laptop is Computron Rex. Welcome to the family Computron Rex, we all hope you’ll enjoy your time as PDR’s machine.

On top of that when I got the Laptop and got back on the Internet, my little site here was gone. Server maintenance it seems. A week I was without the writing stored here and most of my other writing gone, I was mad with insanity from that I was gone. But now it is back and I have learned a lesson about backing stuff up. Everything.