I’ve been remiss. Soz.
Since I wrote last, there’s been a minor flea invasion (possibly, and in addition to spiders; I never met a flea that I was as allergic to as some of these bites; as well, there are the mosquitoes at the park. Why am I so irresistible to all these creatures?). The animals have all been redosed with their Advantage, and now just waiting for the insects to fuck off. It’s HOT out and I can’t wear shorts as I can’t shave my legs while they’re all bitten like this, unless I want a bloodbath.
What else? I had a hard and fast flu that knocked me on my ass for three days. I had a doctor’s appointment that reminded me how old I am (OH BOY MAMMOGRAM), and made some more calculations and preparations for my Europe trip. I really wish I could skip a haircut but that’s not possible.
At some point, possibly last weekend, I got the new Portishead album, Third, off iTunes. I’m not a huge Portishead fan…don’t hate ‘em, don’t love ‘em, liked what I’d heard well enough but was never motivated enough to get an album. This one, though, was getting such rapturous responses from so many of my tastemakers that I took the plunge. It’s whacked me over the head in a huge way, and I can’t recommend it enough. I don’t know whether it’s that good, or if it’s just fitting a particular niche in my head right now. Anyway c’est le saveur du mois.
Waiting, toes tapping impatiently, for my Main Distractor’s arrival, fingers and all other appendages crossed that he will easily attain his visa. It should be a case of rubber stamping, but as someone who’s crossed the 49th a few times, you just never can tell. We’re trying to find some good advice and info. There’s some out there, but there’s also a lot of utter shit! Some site with a very authoritative tone about Canada, mentioned that pastries and baked goods are available in large cities, but are very expensive. Um. OK. You definitely need that (incorrect, IMO) opinion in order to decide whether or not to emigrate to Canada. There are also hundreds of sites on the web that are just, I guess, link-farms. No content whatsoever, just a page of links and some kind of payment-per-click arrangement I suppose. People make money off this? I’m sure this is old hat to everyone else in the world, but I don’t normally surf aimlessly, I usually know where I’m going, and don’t tend to end up on these kinds of sites. I can’t imagine a) who creates these useless sites, and b) who clicks these useless links. What pride of ownership can there be, “Yeah, I am a webpreneur, I have a hundred link farms where idiots click through and I earn a few pennies each time!” Hey, I wanna be just like you!
It’s the junk mail of the internet, the paid programming, the wasted fucking bandwidth. It’s disheartening. As my man says, People are broken. This isn’t even that bad, but I don’t see the point. I like utility, and I like frivolity. This is neither, just wasted space on a server somewhere.
But anyway. Still alive!