I don't get it very often.
But when I do, it's unpleasant, because writing is more or less what I do for a living. So the inexplicable inability to write more than a sentence or two at a time gets compounded by a fairly unpleasant cocktail of economic anxiety and "what the hell is wrong with me?"
So far, it's always passed within a day or two. Like my occasional bouts of insomnia, it seems to be just this weird thing that I get sometimes.
(Hey, this post is clearly labeled TMI. Right down there at the bottom, see?)
So I sat up until 3 am last night, staring at the stupid Word document, until Claudia came down and hustled me upstairs to bed. Then, bless her, she arranged things so that I could crash for a couple of hours in the afternoon -- no small thing, given that the boys are on vacation and hanging around the house all day.
And in the evening, it snowed, and I shoveled snow. Such is the dramatic life of the international development consultant.
I cast my eyes back on the last century ...
FDR: Oh, I'm sorry, was wiping out our entire Pacific fleet supposed to intimidate us? We have nothing to fear but fear itself, and right now we're coming to kick your ass with brand new destroyers riveted by waitresses. How's that going to feel?
CHURCHILL: Yeah, you keep bombing us. We'll be in the pub, flipping you off. I'm slapping Rolls-Royce engines into untested flying coffins to knock you out of the skies, and then I'm sending angry Welshmen to burn your country from the Rhine to the Polish border.
US. NOW: BE AFRAID!! Oh God, the Brown Bad people could strike any moment! They could strike ... NOW!! AHHHH. Okay, how about .. NOW!! AAGAGAHAHAHHAG! Quick, do whatever we tell you, and believe whatever we tell you, or YOU WILL BE KILLED BY BROWN PEOPLE!! PUT DOWN THAT SIPPY CUP!!
... and I'm just a little tired of being on the wrong side of that historical arc.
This is it, folks. This is the world, from now on. Even assuming the War on Terror is a not just a bad metaphor and there is an actual measurable winning point (which is a bad assumption, by the way), even short 4GW struggles last fifty years or so. We're going to be stopping one or two of these bastard mass-murder plots a year, minimum, for the rest of our lives. Hell, the way terror tactics and tech evolve, five years from now we're going to be pining for the dudes with the flammable juice boxes.
It's now part of our life. Let's try not to hop like the trained monkeys every time it happens.
Well played, John Rogers. -- Anyway. I haven't asked this in a while, but: what would you guys like to read about? Development stuff, kids, book reviews? Something else entirely?