2004
A Long-Ass Post about My Rock-and-Roll Lifestyle
It’s been a long, long week. Some days good, some not so good, but overall, really quite pleasant and even, dare I say, wonderful at times. The best part is that I haven’t had the luxury of sitting around feeling sorry for myself as I’ve had social engagement after social engagement and plenty to do around the apartment when I’m actually here long enough to do something besides eat, sleep, and pee.
Here’s a rundown of my vida loca:
2004
Spamster
Rats. Since that one huge wave of spam comments a few days ago, I’ve been getting little wavelets of them every day since. Tonight I’m going to take time out of my hectic life to figure out how to install MT Blacklist and try to prevent spambots from using my site as a host body for incubating their parasitic little monsters.
I will also take the time to write something brilliant and witty!
2004
A Cryptic Post about Kryptonite
Comments are back up.
Now I just have to think of something to say you’ll want to comment on.
…
Okay, that’s too much pressure. I’ll just say what’s on my mind instead.
There are some things in this world I want so bad it hurts. (And trust me, it’s not what you think.) Some days it’s hard to look past that. If I were feeling like my usual rational self I would figure out a way to solve the emotional turmoil quickly and effectively. For instance, I would kidnap myself on the way home from work, lock me in a bare room with a single light bulb, and stage an intervention involving bamboo shoots and fingernails and electrodes. I would cure myself of the desire in order to eliminate the negative side-effects.
But these days I find I’m not quite myself. My mental powers–clearness of thought and integrity of action–have been weakened by a force beyond my control. And try as I might, the old tricks aren’t working the way they are supposed to. Perhaps because there’s a payoff hidden somewhere in the mess. Or maybe not hidden, but staring me straight in the face, looking at me with pupils dialated to the nth degree of cuteness. I’m such a sucker for cuteness. I may be strong, but even Superman can be brought to his knees, and this, I’m both pleased and regretful to say, is my kryptonite.
