I’m down to 400 comics of cyanide and happiness left. Which means I’ve read over a thousand of them this vacation. I used to try to explain to people about how soda is a “heavy liquid”, but nobody got it. I’m glad someone finally did.

Thanksgiving was fine and all. We somehow had a lot of Ayn Rand discussion, I blame Wendell. So it was funny that “Atlas Shrugged: Updated for the Current Financial Crisis” came through my feeds today.

The Public Domain: Enclosing the Commons of the Mind is available for download. I haven’t read it yet, but want to soon. In the search for a way for your life to leave a mark on the world, I have pretty strong feelings about technology and the public domain. If you happen to not be familiar with the concept of open source, I urge you to spend some time thinking about it.

I’m all caught up in reading and uploading photos from Thanksgiving to facebook and flickr. So it’s super late, so I don’t know how much I’ll have to talk about at this point.

I’m not as tired as I was when I was reading unfortunately, since it’s late and I should be sleeping. It’s been a very difficult day for me. The worse part about relationships is the risk of hurting someone’s feelings. I don’t take that well. Mother says I agonize because I have a good heart. I suppose. It’s difficult getting to the point where I’ve come to terms with the consequences of my actions. I don’t think I ever can convince myself that the collateral damage of making the right choices is acceptable enough that it doesn’t still bother me. Today’s movie marathon included Serenity, and I think about Mal’s character talking to Shepperd Book at the fire about digging his own holes and it not making sense.

Book: You got a plan?
Mal: Hiding ain’t a plan?
. . .
[Mal mentions that he could have left River behind.]
Book: It’s not your way, Mal.
Mal: I have a way? That better than a plan?

And that’s pretty much where I am. Keep reading that over and over ’till you get it.