Up For Anymore
Thursday. The last couple of mornings have been pretty good. I know I rattle on about this, but pretty good as in better than I can recently remember. Hot shit. And last night - I know, this drifts into the surreal - I loaded Windows XP on that Dell with the repaired power supply, downloaded over 100 Windows patches to bring it up to snuff, loaded McAfee anti-virus (which found and removed over two hundred “files” - what was that about?) and loaded the image database software which has been on my to do list for years. My, my. So the attitude is good and I'm saying it out loud whether it jinxes how I feel the rest of the afternoon or not. Now all that black and white film I've been successful in not developing since the Millenium....
And of course I listened to our Fearless Leader play his violin while Iraq is burning. Better Iraq than Oakland, I'm thinking, but you never know where the matches will flare when the sun comes up tomorrow. If the sun comes up tomorrow.
Indeed. No value in going there. I've mentioned I like to watch Asian soap operas (thirty, forty, fifty chapter hour long Kung Fu extravaganzas and the like) in the evenings on channel 26, primarily Chinese soaps during the week and Japanese soaps on Saturdays. Nothing much happening on Sundays. Half the time I'm embarrassed to be watching since I suspect most of them are made for pre-teens and actual adults should be embarrassed to have anyone know they were watching them. Did I mention I'm often embarrassed when I watch them? Still, I continue. They and an off the wall movie or two from Netflix during the week seem to give me an adequate video fix. Had I retired at the age of 25 I would probably have lived at a movie theater, just as I once read a book a day (in my heyday) for a couple of years, something I find much more difficult to be up for anymore.