Better than he was before. Better, stronger, faster.

My wrist upgrades seem to be taking hold very nicely. Carpal tunnel has been bothering me for the last couple of years, and since I wasn't taking classes this semester, now seemed like a good time to git 'er done.

The procedure was quick and mostly painless. The anesthesiologist stuck something in my IV that didn't exactly knock me out, but it made me really loopy. According to him, once it took hold he would be able to drive a metal spike into my chest, and I wouldn't care. Then he did something else to numb my hands.

My perception of time was more than a little off. Before I knew it, they were sewing up one arm and starting on the other. I remember desperately trying to formulate a joke along the lines of "did you install the robotic claw like I asked?" but I couldn't get it out, and eventually gave up. Good thing, or I'd probably have a left hand like Dr. Claw's now.

That's a long, roundabout way of saying, hey, I'm back. Feel free to worship me and my HyperWrist 2.0 blogging-enabled upgrades.

I'm holding off on lasik surgery, because I figure that I've got one perfectly good eye going, and the surgery would probably disqualify me for some upgrade twenty years down the road that would give me 20/5 vision and thermal imaging. That would be cool.

Doubleblogging

It's a new word I just came up with... for... um... having more than one blog at a time.

Okay, it's unbelievably lame. I humbly withdraw my application for inclusion in the lexicon.

Anyhow, I decided that I needed a second blog, because the first one was turning out to be very topical (mostly posts about global warming, sustainability, angry rants against consumer culture). I decided that I liked the laser-like focus, and that posting about my most recent dream (I was vacationing on a huge oil tanker anchored off the Cape of Good Hope) would only water it down, boring and alienating those who were there looking for angry rants against consumer culture.

But I desperately need somewhere to get my freak on. Fortunately, I still had a great anagram in reserve. So, invoking the divine powers of Habeeb the Existential, I do hereby declare this the personal blog / online journal / musing spot of Bryce Anderson. I entreat Google to bless my efforts, that googling for "Bryce Anderson" deliver a link unto this blog, and not...

Aw hell.

Right now, the first hit is bryceanderson.com, a site honoring someone's baby who died of cancer.

I think I'm right to feel a bit shallow just now. But I'm still determined to beat out Bryce Anderson the hockey player and Bryce Anderson the obscure Christian rock musician. Why? Because what is life without a goal and a purpose? Oh, and because Christian rock bugs the Jesus out of me.

So I'll be shamelessly cross-posting between my two blogs, in the hope that Google will misinterpret the cozy nay incestuous relationship between the two as a sort of hallmark of respectability.

Here, I'll be posting my stupid thoughts, unattainable dreams, snippets of fiction, and other self-important tripe, doing my humble part to speed the inevitable collapse of the entire blogosphere into a sucking black vortex of self-involved narcissism. When that day comes, I'll look down awestruck into that gaping, jagged tear in the fabric of spacetime, and wonder if anyone made a backup.

Until then.