Although I have several amazing story ideas, and at least two of these amazements are half-finished, I have no gusto. Gusto, in my opinion, is the most important thing when it comes to creative work. Also all work, but that's a story for a different sort of blog. The point is that my writing is constipated, and, therefore, my free time is being split between videologic medieval warfare and considering the greatness of the Oxford comma. Alas.
Oh, also wondering why there seems to be no one blazing a middle-path of wisdom in the Occupy [insert placename] debate. For the record, Occupiers are stupid, but the cause is just. I don't see why people don't see that the various equations so far proposed don't add up precisely because the whole mess is non-mathematical.