This feels like a place for one of my comments that struggles to break out of the little comment box and find a place of its own over on my site. However, since I've been unable to concentrate on anything focused over there, i'm gonna go ahead and start saying nothing here and come to the conclusion that I actually have nothing to say.

(Basically you've motivated me to briefly map out my own computer-related-biography, but for now I'm going to resist that cuz otherwise I'll be three words in and quit when something comes up.)

Briefly, then, I've had a very reluctant relationship with computers since college. Prior to that (the story I'm resisting telling just now) I was semi-obsessed, and did some programming on my own, but never anything that amounted to much. In college, though, I majored in computers and it quickly became this JOB kind of thing instead of a hobby. So it took a long time, after college, for me to drift back to the programming side of things. What I realized in there, though, is that in a way when I say "I hate computers," I mean it. They frustrate the hell out of me.

I couldn't live without these things, at least not the way I do. I make my living programming them, I spend most of my free time using them for something-or-other; yet they sometimes feel like this deep DRAIN that all of my energy runs into, coming out somewhere on the other side, never to be seen again.

(And here's the point where I get to the part where I accept, head hung low, that I indeed have no energy for this writing thing just now, and, besides, I've got no place to go with whatever I'm writing here. Sounds like a good book, though, and I hope someday to remember to remind myself to think about looking for it.)