the real folk blues

when the connection was thinking about it, i lost my sense of posting something here. but then i thought, what the hell. throw something on the wall and see what sticks.

i've been watching the whole Cowboy Bebop series the last two weeks, and it made me miss the endless nights of watching adult swim with the x. but then i realized i had watched a lot of it before, never in sequence, and all she did was make me realize that i actually kinda liked this stuff. so fuck her.

i'm also rereading a lot of the webcomic Something Positive these days. it kills time in the office when i'm in and, well, it's the abrasive, irreverent humor that i still find funny. nothing like reading something for what seems like the first time again.

speaking of which, i'm rereading The Happy Isles Of Oceania again for the first time in what seems like a million years. it's always a new adventure. also reading Couplands Hey Nostrodamus! which is the stupidest title ever for a book that has made me read only a few pages and then leave it for a couple days before reading more. in other words, it hits too close to home with the religion.

so thats it. in the meantime i'm still grabbing random crap off the street, like the Road Closed sign that is currently hanging on my balcony. if i do make it up to WI in two months i'm gonna grab the Bomb Shelter sign that i always swore i would get on Atwood next to Tex Tubbs..

I lost too much in the last few years. time to rebuild.