Moaning and Groaning
Friday. I should have a sliding scale, a definition of what I mean by “fuzzy headed”, “aching headed” and maybe “bone headed”. Today was a “pretty good day”. What in the hell is that? I've looked back at earlier entries and I say “fuzzy” this and “fuzzy” that, but I have no idea what I mean by “good day” or “bad day” or what. So why write it? Maybe someone will invent an “experience” button. You click on the experience button and it puts you through, say, twenty seconds of the head space you've been describing.
You'd probably need brain implants, metal studs in your forehead to attach the wires, “sensory stimulation by Microsoft”, maybe, or “Macromedia brain zaps” (except Macromedia doesn't exist anymore). OK, nobody'd go for Frankenstein studs in their forehead. (Maybe I'm missing something here, metal in the nose, metal in the nipple, what's so special about the forehead?) Still, “sensory stimulation”. Somebody's probably working on a sex button: boot up, plug in and kaboom! Think people would go for electrodes in their, well, kaboom? Of course they would. You'd never have to leave the apartment.
So, “a good day”. You mean you didn't fall over and evaporate? Or you didn't fall down six flights of stairs breaking your, um, concentration? Could you be more explicit?
That's the problem. Journals are faulted for being “oh, me! oh, my!” marathons and I'm having suspicions about mine. I don't even know what I mean when I read it a week later. Could it be this is trying to tell me something, convey some needed piece of information?
Alimentary, my dear Watson.
So I called my ISP and had them put three more domain names up. What will I do with them? Three more channels for moaning and groaning, here in Oakland?