This is what happened today. I couldn't think of too much else that might have been interesting to warp. I hope you don't mind my philosophising.

I decided to use the name "amateur" because I don't get paid to live, I live for "the fun of it" so to speak.

The Amateur

From the south it came, growing colder as twilight even gathered with it's seasonal trademark chill. Antarctica incarnate, a blustery wind that wasn't rare this time of the year. A smattering of water was falling from the heavens - not enough to call rain, but enough to be annoying, wetting the grass that was starting to grow again after being subjected to the antithesis of the current weather during that summer. A shaft of light shot out through a crack in the curtain of the house, illuminating a thin corridor of light on the paddock outside.

Everyone has one. Most people want to give theirs away. Like software - Some should never be released into the public domain. Viruses are like that. But like software, if the source code is made available, holes in the architecture can be spotted by more sets of eyes. Constructive opinions are good. Destructive opinions are best kept to yourself. How can you tell which is which?

Constructive opinions are by nature ideas that need air(ing). When starved of oxygen (in the form of expression) some become anaerobic ghosts, living and populating the minds (and souls?) of those who haven't given them away with devastating consequences for both the sender and the (un)intended recipient.

With Neurons aglow, the Amateur mentally paced back and forth, forth and back. People often like their views to be aired. Not in this case however. Sadly, Christians are often called hypocrites (justly or unjustly) and I wonder weather to wear a mask and to say when greeted "I'm fine" but in reality it's all hush hush that there may be things that you are sick and tired of just bubbling under the surface. Can this be counted as hypocrisy? an untruth? or just an opinion called W32.Mydoom.f which should never see the light of day?. Questions of this ilk were running through the overclocked mind of the Amateur.

Sitting in front of his computer, the Amateur absent mindedly stared at the innards of a car radio cassette player sitting on his desk. 20702953. Tired and unresolved, the Amateur decided to pack it in for the day.