Drunk Ramblings: The Underdog

I'm at a bar right now, and this is the first time I've gotten drunk in ages. I'm sitting outside on the patio with folks shooting pool next to me, and it's a disgustingly humid Texas evening in spring. It just got done raining, and it's hailing in other parts of where I'm generally located. In the midst of this drunken stupor, I felt that it was important to give you a snapshot of my thoughts while sweat drips down my body and the IPAs I've been pounding seep further into my bloodstream. It's kind of a weird thing I've been doing recently, where IOKTIKN is starting to feel like a secondary thing to Cogito. The Cogito posts get done in the morning when I'm fresh, but instead of poring over a project for a few weeks and releasing it here, IOKTIKN is starting to feel like a secondary thing—when I feel like I've got another long thing in me and I've got to get it out by the end of the day, otherwise I'm toast. More prudently, it would've made sense to code the damn Zola templates to just…