Coded green.
Pic of the day: At least playing City of Heroes does not seem to hurt my arms. The game is extremely easy to customize as to what buttons to press, so I can do most of the work with my left hand. Fast forwardThere's no helping it: I am still two weeks delayed, and people who know me will want to know how I am now, not weeks ago. I have stuff I would like to write about, and I am slowly doing that. But my arm can only write a few paragraphs each day. Nor is this likely to ever change: I spent too many years destroying this arm, not stopping until it was past the point of no return. In this at least I am a true man, I don't see the doctor just because I'm in pain. Unless I think it is life-threatening, at least. Arms are not, unless you accidentally chop them off. And some of my precious paragraphs are on the anime forum and the CoH newsgroup. No offense, but there are probably more people who read what I write there. Certainly there is much more feedback. And I don't write just for myself. If I did, I would concentrate on my fiction. I miss it, but those happy years are gone forever, when I could write whatever I wanted. Now I have to ration ... and today you got the short end of the wishbone. Sorry. |
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