I was over at Neil Gaiman's Journal and read that he sometimes wonders if he'll meet his characters when he dies. I've often thought about that myself, but unlike Neil, who thinks about being confronted by those he never gave life to, I wonder if I'll suddenly find myself outside a set of tall gates thinking, "Gee, these look kinda familiar," only to realize I'm at Chadwicke Park. That would be pretty cool, actually, because I'd love to spend a few hundred years partying with Tuppence and that lot. Better than spending eternity in church singing "Holy, Holy, Holy". Oh, no! Look! A bullet list!
- Ever since Google updated Chrome earlier in the month, my browser freezes up on me a few times a day. This pisses me off because I didn't consent to the upgrade, and I can't go get the previous version. I mean, I did, but when I tried to install it, it wouldn't let me. I hate to go back to Fire Fox, which is so much slower, so I'll probably just
whine and moandeal with it until they sort out yet another fix.
- I wish I could be one of those people who like gluten-free wheat products and tofurkey. I really do. Whenever my vegan friends post pictures of their food on Facebook, they look so blissful, smiling up at the heavens and twirling under a blue sky. And the comments they leave for each other—you can almost hear the lip-smacking and salivation. It's like they get high off of it. Do they really like it as much as they tell each other they do, or do they go to the supermarket at 3 am and buy, say, an evil loaf of white bread, or Frosted Flakes? Most of them can afford that kind of diet because they're single, or are single parents of one child, or are married with no kids. I'm not judging—I really wish I could be like that—but even if I could afford it, I doubt that I'd be happy eating what looks basically to me like bird seed and field weeds slathered in tile grout. I've tried several times to like that kind of diet, but I have to face it: I just don't.
- Ever since I was forced to put my comments on moderate, they've suffered a sharp decline. If this goes on, I'll be forced to open up this blog again to flying monkeys and marauding trolls. Please don't make me do this.
- I see that since I changed the template for this blog, the pictures I select oh, so carefully to grab your interest when they show up on your bloglist, aren't showing up there. WTF?
- Now, back to that photo up there. It was composed by a woman named Cynthia. Here's what she says about it: "My entry for MEgolddust contest. The contest is to listen to the song spark by Tori Amos (You Say You Don't Want It) and create a piece of art inspired by it. To me this song spoke of addiction... wanting something you don't want to want."
Great photo, Cynthia.