It's back again...

Still here, still experiencing technical complications, which *will* in theory result in a better computing experience, so long as I don't screw all this up and break something. (It's going to be hours and hours and hours more of fiddling with stuff, though.)

--I think that yellow shiny thing moving slowly across the sky is an observation platform for something, though I won't venture to say *what*.

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I'm going to have to do a small blog fundraiser, I think: things are not anywhere near as bad as when I first begged for money to write, but I still live paycheck to paycheck, single-income where everyone else I know is splitting living expenses with someone else, and some past major emergency and critical expenses are catching up to me and I daren't get behind any more on the basics. You know the drill - if you've already contributed please don't feel obligated, you already have done above and beyond, and since there are many other people out there much worse off and more worthy causes, no one should feel obligated just b/c they read here. This isn't NPR, I don't feel comfortable trying to guilt people into giving at all, and although for other bloggers who do, more power to them, I'm not judging, I just can't, which is why I have always been a failure as a sales associate on those occasions when I've been stuck trying to upsell or cold-call. My style is: here's what's available, you make the decision based on what you can afford, which is why I'm not a more-successful version of CMOT IRL. You know what you get here, I'm going to keep writing until I physically can't any more, being able to pay the rent and utilities helps in that regard...I'm so much better at telling people to go help someone else, because there's no ambivalence in me about that. Anyway, whatever--

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--And yes, Adam Sandler does come from my town, although I have to admit I didn't know this for a very long time, and wondered why Adam Sandler movies ran in local theaters for *weeks * after they'd gone away from screens everywhere else in the country. I've never met him, seen him (afaik) or known anyone who did (afaik), though. A small town of 100,000 people is still 100,000 people, after all. And if the former governor Benson was an Old One, that would explain a lot, including why a former employee of his I once met thought there was something creepy and increasingly artificial about his skin, not even just a normal facelift creepy but more plasticine. (The mundane explanation, a bad makeup job for the cameras, being too likely to believe.)

Meanwhile, while I fumble around with antiquated computer bits and bytes, read this crucial story by LondonYank, "Walking Back The Cat", and SusanG on the latest mine tragedy here and the priorities of the govt - but for hope, read how one young woman spoke truth to power and displayed real courage in thwarting the Hegemony at her commencement - and how the internet played a critical role in it - in her own words. Let no one say that there is no courage, nor leadership, nor intensity among "young people today" or that youth is weak and degenerate compared to those generations who came before.