Better.

Oh Dear Friend, I'm feeling light years better than yesterday, which is practically a miracle in my world.
And so, I am grateful.
There are a great many things that I feel I should tell you today, but they're all jumbled up...
As a result this may be less of a masterpiece and more of a blathering jumble of words, but you're cool with that right?
Awesome.

First things first.
It has been a week and a half since my computer bit the dust. This has meant a great many things for me, but most of all it means I've been cut off from my music collection. I know, I know, for years the world has been telling me to 'get an effing ipod, Little Foot'. And truth be told I did. But it was complicated, and the screen was small, and more importantly I would have to learn how to use it. Well, I never did and it is now lost in the oblivion that is the kitchen junk drawer. It's kind of like the abyssal planes of the ocean, but more packed with garbage and much harder to navigate. I dare not search for it. Instead I've carried my laptop around with me constantly for going on 4 years. I carried it with me like most people carry their phones, or like people carried boomboxes in urban America in the 90's. Now that it's gone the music is too.

I've been forced to resort to...(dun-dun-duuuun!).... *gasp* ....the radio.

The RADIO.
Ugh.

And out comes the whiny little elitist (hipster) inside of me.
But I don't LIKE the radio.
There's nothing good on the radio.
And there really REALLY isn't.

I know, I can already see my taste in music sliding down into the questionable realm of...whatever that crap is on there. The point is, Dear Friend, I'm counting on you - even from all the way up there in the land of trees and snow - to keep me in check. I expect you to keep an ear to the ground and should you, from your far away perch, ever hear me hum so much as one bar of 'moves like jager' or anything else equally unpalatable, grab a saw and start marching. Because really, there's no coming back from that. A lobotomy becomes a necessary evil, a gift of love from you to me.

Should you fail me in this, decide that perhaps it would be fun to see Little Foot singing her little heart out to Owl City or Moves Like Jager or that sticky b*tch Ke$ha, or God forbid something more awful I haven't even stumbled across yet...just remember, there is a special kind of hell awaiting you. One in which I play Rihanna videos on a continuous loop. And hold your eyelids open. 'Cause that's the way I roll.

...Now that I've said all that I can't for the life of me remember what else I had to tell you.

I saw a gaggle of children at the bus stop on my way home teaching each other to c-walk. I didn't know kids even did that anymore. You know what else? Goose can c-walk like a crazy woman. Yep. It's true. Betcha didn't see that one coming did you? It's really tragic that amidst all the drunken dancing we did at Pride, we didn't goad her into c-walking to Uh-Huh Her. Because, really-really I would have died of laughter.

And it would have totally been worth it.

I don't know Dear Friend, I don't know. There was so much stuff in my head, and now it's all mostly air and dust. Just space between my ears where thoughts should be. I guess that's how I know that it's time to wrap it up for the night eh? I miss you terribly. I wish you were here. And one day I'm going to steal you back. Better sleep with one eye open. Lots of love.





Neko Case makes me happy. She's got such a big voice. Sing along......

I’m not the man you thought I was
My love has never lived indoors
I had to drag it home by force
Hired hounds at both my wrists
Damp and bruised by stranger’s kisses on my lips
But you’re the one that I still miss
You’re the one that I still miss
And it's ruthless that it comes as no surprise