About a year ago I had one of those strange, vivid dreams that sticks in my memory and won't go away. In it I traveled through time to speak to Mike Vanderboegh about a matter of great importance. I established my bona fides with him by predicting the precise prices of some volatile stocks over a period of two or three weeks (it's a dream, OK? details from the subconscious can be a bit sketchy). Mr. Vanderboegh then asked me about the future. I told him, "The good news is, your side wins."
"What's the bad news?", he asked me with a grin.
"Your side wins."
Yeah, it's an old joke -- I know that. Still, the recent brouhaha between Vanderboegh and Kerodin reminds me of it. I am honestly beginning to wonder if it really matters any more whether we win this thing or not. Maybe I'll follow the lead of my buddy over on Living in Babylon and stock up on Ganja (do you guys still call it that?) then crawl inside a drug induced haze while the the assholes of the world fart in the general direction of each other.
Maybe tomorrow after the Southern Comfort wears off I'll feel differently.