Thoughts of a Psych/Code Monkey/Guitarist

It has happened - proof of the world's slump into mediocrity. Our university's concert has its own myspace . That's right, a concert is "in my extended network". Unfortunately, in a web like that there is no room for this blog - Sayōnara, Adios, Cya! The codemonkey will keep thinking, but no longer blog. ...and, somewhere in the distance, one of the three readers of this blog said "oh". Edit: I'll still might occasionally post poems/lyrics/short stories, as CS isn't the best subject in terms of creative output....

In the unlikely event that an observer to this blog has remained a reader after the last few entries, and the long gaps between them, I present to you the blogvella "The Tale of Thuc, the first Wraith Dragon to ever talk to herself". Prologue: In a time not unlike our own, in a land not unlike present day earth, there lived a colony much unlike our own kind. Their kind flew. Their kind are exceptionally skilled in martial warfare and live by sucking the life from their prey. Their kind are Wraith Dragons , much feared for their telepathic communication and abilities in regeneration. Among this settlement however, there is one who has recently distinguished themselves from the others - one who has a talent unknown to the others, and who because of this evades their elders, instead spending time training themselves for battles among assassins, sourcerer and other rogues in far off lands. All of this because this Wraith Dragon - born to the name Thuc but feared by her enemies...