omnia mutantur, nihil interit

I am rereading the entire Sandman series, after around five years now. The diner sequence always gets me.
I have the house to myself for the next few days, though I begin work tomorrow, with the packaging department of the Courier Journal. I currently have twelve reviewables to read and compose, likely over the following week or three. Many are graphic novels. Part of the appeal behind my doing reviews again is to only write very pro or very con. Either the book needs to be in your collection immediately, or it does not even rate worthy of being used as toilet paper. No middle ground, not ever again. In the same vein, whether my new day job should end prematurely or not, I have absolutely no intentions of ever filling out another job application again. Make of that what you will. I am free.
I recently made the connection that the imminent.sea blog group mentioned in Warren Ellis' Doktor Sleepless was in fact inspired by the real life geopolitical website from many years back, BeforeTheFlood. I wrote for them. Actually, it was my first bit of paid writing for online media, proofreading and ghosting and rewriting articles from other contributors, as one of the founding editors was a very old friend of mine from the New England days. From what I recall, although BTF had a web-address within the UK but was mostly housed physically in France, the FCC hereabouts in the states played a big role in shutting everything down, in the mid-oughts. Life could not possibly be more absurd.
Last night I dreamed I was a member of a traveling circus. We hunted vampires and ghouls by night.
Driving through town early this morning, the sun's glare made me acknowledge that my eyesight is really going.

My mood today: