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...of being awake, since Mike's taxi phoned to say he couldn't find our place, at 5am. No rational explanation for the past 4 of them watching YouTube McShep vids, listening to iTunes, and even going so far as to read LJ for the first time in months. What's sad is that I only got about 3 days in. Man, people post a lot. About nothing really interesting, even. Who really gives a tootle-hoot about some inanely deterministic test to figure out which piece of Hogwart's laundry you are, or whatnot? Jeez. I remember that used to be interesting. I musta been depressed as hell.

Ghostbuster's soundtrack and other 80's nostalgia: feeling like the spiral is coming around that place again where deja vu connects. "A bright ball falling through the air-- hit it with your snout!" And the startide rises, in the deep.

Fish returns from his field support tech summit sometime Monday. I ought to bach' it up: find a Hofmann wake, dust off my hunting license (automatically stamped Out of Town, as is his), splurge at the stereo store and wire the house.

But that's so, I dunno... predictable? stereotypical? ... maybe even boring? "One simple thing, is all we really need, to make it all, to make it all complete." I always thought this album should be part of the soundtrack for Metropolis somehow. "If the people cry, you give them what they ask, both good and bad. And as the sky turns black... Ho! What's a little tyranny to you? When all you need to do, is come to me?"

I think I miss things-that-aren't-work being intense. But my rural property fund is growing, and so far I'm staying sane, so I guess all's well. Mystical s**t is falling out of Melenkurion Sky Crapper at a prodigious rate, like the universe has been eating too much fiber. Smells like flowers, though, so it's all good.

Hugs, y'all. It' email or bust these days. Maybe I'll blog more when I settle into work better and get the last bits of my garden going. Oh yeah, and where the heck did I leave my camera? Grr. Will need to learn the D70 again if I want to take garden baby pix. What should I bronze? The first pillbug-girdled stem? The first snail-savaged sacrificial yellow marigold? So many choices.

Oh good, communication makes me sleepy. Except I don't want the music to stop. I could take the ipod box into the BR, or sleep here on the LR couch. I remember nodding off in my old RV in 1990, with the blue whale lights on and the stereo channeling the mighty 5-disc-changer-of-doom. Why don't modern players let you pick albums to shuffle, instead of shuffling all yr music or making you make fake playlists to pseudo-pick stuff. Once again I am not the target market. Which is good. As some net.wag said, "It's not the bullet with my name on it out there that worries me, it's the several million addressed to 'occupant'."

'Night. It's all screened, so say what ya like. But sign yr name, or I don't give a damn. Neener.