With so much more time on my hands, I have been able to ruminate about the past 59 years, whatever I can remember of it. Aside from the past six years (as an emancipated wage slave), the rest of the time was simply an infinite series of mistakes and blunders. Fortunately, about thirteen of those years are chronicled in the old journal and old "blog." I can safely summarize that I did not fully utilize my faculties of consciousness until six or so years ago. I was too deeply involved in faux "mainstream" activities. Pathetic!
Of course, the present time can be summarized as ... so boring. As we already know, the concept of boredom is a modern manifestation. Yet, boredom is exactly what I am experiencing. There is no cure. I am in exile. I cannot return to the "mainstream," either in life-style or in thinking. And, so many more avenues of escape have been cut off.
So, I have been feeling a little restive and anxious. I certainly cannot continue in that fashion until my demise. Yet, the prison-like "ownership society" has increased its grip on unwitting exiles like myself. It absorbs anything and anyone like a grotesque amorphous blob.
That's probably why I cannot relinquish the "blog," even amidst the continuing unscrupulous surveillance. Then again, the "blog" itself could be the blob. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!
Speak! Mini-Update®
Very good to hear from Jan Pieter in the Netherlands. Yes, I remember the photo in the old journal. That was a while back, eh? And, also good to hear from Nicke in Sweden. Yes, we will be curbing the hottie images. Only the best hotties will be featured every now and then.
"Chef" Mini-Update®
The "chef" of Slob Manor (read: rental housing) fame does not appear to be suffering any financial consequences even though he allegedly in deep debt and only earns a pitiful wage. He's been living "high on the hog," spending money like there's no tomorrow. All eight cupboards and the five drawers under his jurisdiction (as well as fridge and freezer) are crammed with only the best organic food products. Mail order shipments of who-knows-what are frequent. This, after a recent two-week unpaid vacation. I suspect that his parents have paid off the $50,000 debt and gave him a few thousand dollars in spending money for good measure. So, he most likely won't go on a shooting rampage with his shotgun anytime soon.
Moms Mini-Update®
Moms appears to have fully recovered from the recent fall. So, that's been a big relief.
T here again from Japan. It's good to hear about your other regular readers.
ReplyDeleteSome comments, mostly technical:
Your Live Traffic Feed probably isn't showing all of your readers. When I access your blog on my iPhone, it appears in a formatting optimized for the smaller screen, and those accesses do not appear later on your traffic feed. For example, as I type this I see my accesses from my computer a few minutes ago in Yokohama and another access from my iPad 14 hours ago in Tokyo, but it doesn't show an access from my iPhone about an hour ago. There might be other people reading your blog on smartphones (or, maybe, on RSS readers) who also do not appear on your feed.
Next, I doubt if there is anything especially sinister (i.e., more sinister than normal) about those accesses from Mountain View and Texas. Google owns your blogging service and Google wants to index all information on the Web, so they presumably have a program that tells their page-capture servers whenever a new post has been made to one of the blogs they host. Those California and Texas hits are probably those servers, and they're probably indexing everyone else who posts through Blogger as well. (That said, none of your posts since the start of January appear in regular Google searches yet.)
Finally, I don't know what Google's position is on them, but I have no problem with the babe pictures.
It may also be the case that Javascript blockers, such as ScriptSafe, might prevent the stats-counting Javascript from firing. This is certainly the case on my desktop machine.
ReplyDeleteThe babe picture captions make me chuckle!
All the best,
T