Wot? In accordance with the only mildly insulting prophecy, I have returned. You can commence with the applause and throwing of cat food, or point in case, as of yesterday, "Cat Lady" action Figures. What flavor do I prefer? Science Diet, for the roly poly cat.

Sorry about the lack of linkage- I seem to have estranged myself from the big huge "site" of all my friends because of the stupid error that occurred in construction-- I have to work on that, and sadly, get a new site counter because the new template loading wiped it out. Foreseeable, but the egotist in me is sad that it's not there anymore. I miss my weirdo hits.

The last few weeks have been surprisingly mundane, save for overreactions to some things to make life more interesting. Bottom line though is that is a waste of energy to be mad at the apathetic or the self-absorbed. BSPV was a surprising no-show last week though, which was really shitty. Really SHITTY.

I've seen some really good shows lately however, which have also jostled up my summer days, such as Non-Status, an aboriginal rap-group that I really fucking liked, contrary to most everyone else whom I talked to about it, as well as Pocket Dwellers and Sweatshop Union. I do believe there are plans in the works to go see K-Os too, which I know I will enjoy. I know they're almost a bit "Top 40", but I like their style. Speaking of "Top 40", I feel like my diction is middle aged today.

"You're on the POT, aren't you? You young people, you think you're so HIP, and ..with it."

Interesting thing: My grandmother's friend has a granddaughter in the throes of hardcore rebellion right now, and she (the friend) thinks (seems to think) that if I (yes, I, as in ME, princess dysfunctional) sit her down and talk to her, that I could "straighten her out." So, I've been entertaining ideas of how to do this, if granted the opportunity (which, I'm not so sure I would take), and none of them would uninclude a punch in the face. I like her grandparents, and she's sure giving them a run. I actually got informed that she was probably one of the gaggle of young fifteen year old girls who were on SA Transit last week drinking rum and coke on the bus while I scowled scornfully from the back.

The rest of the week has been spent watching TV, mostly unproductive, but sometimes amusing, such as yesterday watching "the Nature of Things":

"The male Right whale has a penis about three meters long. When the female is ready to mate, she will be surrounded by many males vying for a position--"

(This small group of talking lady biologists in their mid-forties picks up their binoculars and scan a choppy gray sea full of vying whales and males)

"Oh, see? They're moving around her and pushing each other away- OH LOOK! I see a penis! Did you see that? Yeah! That was a penis! I'm sure it was!"


Of course it was a penis, what did you think there was a submarine periscope in the fray? Apparently, this is a big momentous biological moment, to see a (ok, I've said the word enough) piece of whale genitalia poke out of the water and wobble around momentarily. And as usual, I turn away and sort of die inside, because I don't like seeing animals show their wee-wees on the TV, much less what they use them for.


Lastly- the internet isn't real.  ¶ 11:31 AM