I can’t believe I still get to log into this thing and post anything I want. It’s not as if I forget that I pay for the right. It feels like this rarely exercised privilege. I was going to say it feels like voting, but (even today — especially today) that’s still a right.
There wouldn’t even be this post without me noticing Ursula’s 30-day blogging challenge on a certain social network. I might have a few more posts in me this month; stranger things have happened. At the very least, it will be an excuse to see just how disintermediated my attention span has gotten lately with so many wonderful toys services around and about on the Internets.
I woke up way too early after a busy weekend where I did as little as possible unless it was extremely pleasurable. I made it over to the airport and saw her off. I will see her when I see her, slightly less than a fortnight from now.
I think instead of listening to me trying not to sneeze, you should press play on this video. Or you press play on this Soundcloud file. Don’t do both: it’ll just distract you. If I get around to uploading the unholy union of the two, that’ll be just peachy. I like making music, I do, I do: another nice little self-reminder. Those are pleasant, aren’t they?