Sunday. This has been a long dry week, my friends: many hours at the office, the apartment looking like it's inhabited by a bachelor. Seven hours at work today, three yesterday (boo-hoo) and it's Halloween weekend. For all my carping I'm feeling pretty good for an old fart on a late afternoon Sunday looking into evening, thank you kindly. Forgot daylight savings kicked in this morning, no big deal; forgot this day marks the beginning of my ninth year of keeping an online journal. Nine years keeping a journal, over ten years with a web domain. That first site, named after my old one man company North Bay Business Computers, is now owned by the National Broad Band Company (NBBC.COM), but I have others, my friends, I have others. What does it mean? I haven't the vaguest idea.
I haven't thought of stopping, particularly, keeping this journal. Some of the earlier journalers I joined when I first started are now playing online with other media, Mr. Amaya having taken up Podcasting, for example. (You should really listen to his The Membrane #2 - Hollywood and Death on this Halloween weekend, by the way, because it's good and delightful.) He's been encouraging me to try this Podcasting business myself and, although I have the necessary recorders and software, I've been putting it off until well, you know, tomorrow. Putting it off until I retire. Until, until. Perhaps I will. Then again perhaps I'll buy one of those clever little digital video cams and, well, buy a video cam. Easier to buy than to do, doodle-dee-do, I've found. Here in Oakland.