What’s shakin’, bongo players.
And it seems another couple of months went zooming by again. I had Things to deal with, and I needed to rest frequently because of the Things.
There are fewer Things ahead, thankfully. Life is settling down. In August, we’ll be celebrating the six month anniversary of the Best Damn Thing Ever.
July and August will be restful. I’m going to work on finishing Hit the Road, but that’ll be restful. Writing, self-portrait sessions, hanging out in bookstores and record stores, photocopied booklets, macramé (and finally using the vintage wooden beads I got a few months ago), being home: that’s the agenda for the rest of the summer and this autumn.
I’ve been ignoring the news, and much of what’s been making this planet go bugfuck these days. This is my source of news:
Imzy, alas, kicked the bucket (nothing good lasts on the internet anymore), and “social networks” are such a joke.
Let’s all like the same shit, do the same shit, be the same shit. Corporations give it two big thumbs up. Under no circumstances miss the latest blockbuster.
And nobody wear “scary” Halloween costumes, ya hear? Because Facebook cares™.
Fuck it all.
“Missing out” is something I enjoy with ever greater amounts of gusto. I’ve never cared much about the hype du jour.
I’ve been re-reading The Satanic Bible and The Devil’s Notebook for the first time in a couple of decades, and it’s a breath of fresh air. I have a bunch of interesting books on the way, and clipboard folders are better than tablets.
Speaking of satanic things, it’s my birthday next week. Yay me! Hopefully, my latest box of books will be here in time for that. And my most recent polyester acquisitions:
In light of the increasing Disneyfication of social networks, I want to focus on and update my blogs more often. I feel better on WordPress.
Gotta go do a few errands because shops are closed tomorrow.