Still, these departures do happen, and they're often a catalyst to get off your butt and to reinvent your life after a suitable period in bed with the covers pulled up. They tell you this is ultimately good for the mind and the heart and the economy. The Phoenix and the ashes and that. "Tsk, tsk", a pat on the head, "onward". Onward. They will replace him with an eCaligula, of course, or, if the stars are bad and the great roulette wheel stops on my number, eCaligula Rex. Been there. Might be there again. Tomorrow.

It's probably not good that the only consistent energy I've had over these last few years is for the photography and the journal. And even they've had their ups and downs. What does that say for the future? My future. The rent? The ridiculously extravagant life style? The almost fast cars? Well, car. How are these maintained on a journal appetite under the lash of an eCaligula (Rex) manager? Well, unfortunatly, by action on my part. By reinventing the kid one more time. (Is this a recurring theme or what?). One must start cautiously, of course. Reinvention is not tax deductible. Write up the SQLNet documents next week and post them on the web to see if the process kills me. I've been putting this off now forever, so it must be serious, this putting it off and off and off. Life threatening. So if it doesn't kill me, then I'll have to sit down and decide if I want to do it again, because if I continue with my present job I will be faced with a never ending stream of agains.