I haven’t written.

That much is obvious.

What is not obvious is the fact that I’ll continue to not write. At least for the next little while.

And why not? Did I grow bored of blogging? Bored of writing? Did I finally find myself a girlfriend and have thus come to the realization that there’s more to life than dismal loneliness and my own misanthropic existence?

Haha. No.

So what is it? What disaster in my life has reduced my blog to a ghoulish cemetery of half-hearted posts and comments?

Perhaps I could enthrall you all with tales of my 12-hour work days and sleepless nights. Or I could tell you about how I’ve been trying to tackle such and such extraordinary mathematical problem and how I’ve returned to my bed each and every night, soaked in the sour sweat of dejection and failure.

But I won’t. I won’t because I can sum up the bane of my existence in three, remarkably simple pictures.

This is an example of the waves that flow from the stern of a ship in water, calculated using numerical simulations.

This is a formula that’s supposed to predict the height of said waves — formulated using loads of technical gobleygook.

This is how they match up.

What’s the problem? Most likely, I messed up somewhere in the pages and pages which contains the derivation of the formula. Maybe a ‘2′ needs to be a ‘1′ somewhere. I’m sure it’s something totally inane.

Whatever it is, I can feel it laughing at me. Mocking my pathetic attempts to smother it out of existence.

So, erm…I’m afraid my life is on hold until I get this crap sorted.

Oh, by the way, the answers to the August Musical Challenge were:

(1) “All Is Violent, All Is Bright” by God is an Astronaut

(2) “Scully Doesn’t Know” by Humming Urban Stereo

(3) “One and One” by Robert Miles

(4) “Voyager” by Daft Punk

(5) “Pavane pour une infante défunte” by William Orbit