my mind wandered off and distracted me

do you ever have one of those days where you're just desperate for recognition and therefore catch yourself broadcasting everything you do? "i am cold. i am putting on a sweatshirt," you say, meaning, "hey! hey! look at me! better yet, give me a hug! or a cookie!" (if you're ever in hell, btw, i'm sure joi will share her cookies). ha, i guess that's what blogs are for, ain't it? and aim... wow, epiphany (i will point out the sarcasm here, in case you missed it). computers were created as another forum to help everyday rejects search for love, truth, and recognition. or, you know, continue to fail in the attempt. go ask the guys who started it, i betcha i'm right. which leads me, through the beauties of poor mental processing, to this word of caution: cotton is the couture of choice for messing with electronics. do not play with zappy things while wearing synthetic fabrics, it is bad for you and you could end up crispy. adam says so, and i believe him because he is an engineer.

you too should become an engineer, it gives you an air of authority. even in france*. they love engineers there, let them do special things like lead the country. barring that whole world leader thing, you can certainly at least manage to become an important pocket engineer-type figure in someone's life.

here, in a roundabout way, i arrive at a response to darling fifi. issue one: pocket boy failure. in this instance especially, you created him, you can sure as hell destroy him... you accuse me of megalomania like it's a bad thing. pshaw! issue two: lack of grovel. see if my big diamond will lend you kevidence, he has elevated the fine art of grovel to previously unimaginable levels. and he's a lawyer. issue three: diminishing pocket boy population. all the world needs is a little more imagination. get creating. the perpetually expanding gap between pocket boys and reality, however, is an issue worth examining. personally, i like to pretend that when reality fails to measure up it is rather an indication of an egregious malfunction in reality itself rather than increasing unreasonableness on my own part. finally, issue four: travel stories. have patience, my dear, you will be subjected. especially if a) i finally finish my scrapbooks or b) i manage to run away to foreign lands for the fourth year running. the decade is off to such a good start, it would be a shame to falter now.

oddly enough, i feel that i have actually accomplished something now. that's my cue to run away while the delusion lasts. sayonara.


*attention: quand vous voyagez a france, ne buvez pas suze. c'est horrible. mais soho, aussi de pernod, c'est tres bien.