Sunday, July 03, 2005

Warble Warble Warble

As if everything isn't mucked up enough as it is, Netscape decided to tweak on me today. Just wouldn't come up, one big blank screen. My friends know me, they know I'm Netscape all the way, like Gmud. Grabbed the latest Netscape, didn't like it. So now I'm on Firefox. I'm not sure I like it but that could just be me being stubborn. I liked my Netscape 7.

Well some holiday weekend this is turning out to be. I'm not going to worry anymore about the warbles, I'm not here to write for an audience. It all sucks right now so dammit I'm going to say it sucks.

Hey, it sucks. I'm starting to like this extended entry thing, I never used to use it.

The Seal said it best tonight, June was an all around sucky month for a lot of people. People much better than I so I know it's not just some old nasty karma coming back at me.

I'm feeling that Shining Force pull. I have to start over again and it's so damn easy to get lost in. Me, the cat, the AC on high, a pitcher of pina colada, a full pipe, the cell and computer shut off and nonstop SF. Then again, last time I said that I sat and stared out the window for 2 days.

I'm acting like something I don't like, becoming something I don't like. Weak in a really lame sort of way, since when am I weak? Emotionally nutty, yes but weak? Nope. That has to change, I have to stop that. It's totally fine to wallow in the muck of sad for a few days but when you start to annoy yourself it's time for a cool change.

This usually means I'll ignore all that isn't 'work' and my poor coder will get hit with a million "can we" requests and once again humankind will be ignored for blogs and domains and mud code.

Ah well, Hank Hill on the hill should be doing the yearly BBQ thing so at least there will be beef.

Last night was the first night in 5 months or so I went to bed without my usualy nightly reading. Not Michael Connelly, I'm almost done with The Last Coyote and very much looking forward to Trunk Music. There's been something else I've read every night before I let sleep win the battle. A few sheets of paper that were full of heart and warmth and good mojo. It's been my pre sleep companion every night until last night. Tonight I put it with its kin in the folder and put the folder in my desk drawer instead of on the desk right here in the tray. I don't know what exactly that means but there is a metaphor in there.

I'm tired but I won't sleep.

I did, however, manage to score a full set of Banacek on DVD for my father. Thank you, James! George Peppard was a man's man, Banacek wasn't the A-Team but it was funky. And it's become sort of a game of mine to count how many times someone says "Banacek" during an episode. Blame South Park.

Bleh. Sad sucks.

1. Kittyn-

   You know where to find me if you need me, all you have to do is send out a signal. For all the nights you gave to me, let me be there for you.

   -joe

    on  07/03  at  04:08 AM
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