The notebook

I'm going to break away from my normal ranting and reviewing here to actually explain something remotely personal. The name of this web-thingy is "My Notebook" which has a connection to a real-world notebook of mine, it's a little brown book with a black strap on it filled with ramblings, notes, phone numbers, and whatever else felt like it needed to be scribbled down. Currently it lives with me, it and a pen are the only things that I can be relied on to have somewhere nearby, usually my jacket pocket but once spring/summer get here I don't know what will happen to it because it's too big to carry in my pants pocket and too small to be of use as a fixed writting pad for extended thoughts. With any luck the world will end before then anyways and my problem will be solved.

The writting style is extraordinarily free-thought; even reading it myself I'm a little confused by bits of it (possibly due to penmanship issues). All in all, if you thought that THIS was non-directional and useless then take comfort in the idea that there is a place where writting is far less coherent. I balance out the nonsensical stream of though conciousness with very useful information which I am bound to forget; so it's existance is justifiable.

Cheers,