so much kerfuffle
Haven’t been able to post this week, because my computer had taken ill. First came the odd noises, then the screen just went blank. Turns out the tiny fan died that keeps it from bursting into flames, and since then I’ve only been able to use it for ten minutes at a time. Now I’m up and running with a shiny new laptop, and my apartment is filled with that wondedrful new computer smell. Of course I had to spend hours configuring and personalizing and asking myself why the hell I didn’t get a Mac. And transferring files–including sixteen hundred forty-seven songs. I’m glad iTunes tells me exactly how many days of music that comes to–now I know that I could stay inside my apartment for four and a half days without hearing the same song twice, which is valuable if you’re broke, depressed and trying to figure out how long you can avoid actually doing something productive.
I also got a new phone this week. My old phone didn’t die, but it will be killed soon. Seems that T-Mobile and I had a difference of opinion–they wanted money, I didn’t have money…I guess I thought what they were sending me every month was just a handy record of all the calls I had made. You know, for my convenience. Amazingly, there was one cellular provider to whom I didn’t owe money. The beauty part is that I’ve always wanted a phone number that spells something related to me, and I was able to get 388-JOKE, which is much more useful than my last number, which was 375-ULKY (which would have been useful if I went to the University of Louisville, Kentucky, or–and I did google this–if I were the Brooklyn dentist Ulky St. Vil).
I had the option of getting a phone that can work with a Bluetooth, but they simply look too Orwellian for my taste. The fact that they attach directly to your skull makes them seem a little too close to being a chip implanted in your brain, or some sort of tracking device. Just wait, we’ll find out in fifty years that that the government has been transmitting coded messages through Bluetooth devices.
Anyway, now that I have technology on my side again, it’s time to write, but I’m a little blocked. A quick internet search yesterday revealed that everything has already been written by someone. I suppose I could try my hand at more traditional media. For instance, I could write poetry, but that hasn’t been a marketable profession since the seventeenth century. Or I could write a novel, but–that’s just too much work. Have you seen how long those things are? I guess I’ll just stick with this blogging thing for now. Besides, I’ve got four days until the music stops.
