Birds Gotta Swim, Fish Gotta Fly

[rejectomorph]

Another night has blown by -- and I do mean blown. The wind has barely subsided for more than a few minutes at a time, either humming or howling for most of the night, often accompanied by the splattering of still more rain. But it has also blown by figuratively, leaving me wondering where it went.

Well, I can account for part of it, at least. One of the movie channels was showing Amalie, so I watched it again. That movie always makes me happy. Then I fiddled about with Sluggo, cleaning up his hard drive just a bit. I still have goatloads of unorganized crap there, which I'll have to get around to before I get a new computer. I have to decide what to keep and what to dump. I don't like tidying, but I suppose it must be done. In any case, all this means I haven't caught up on the friends page posts I missed while Sluggo was unable to go online because of the wet telephone box, and I didn't have time to comment on most of those posts I did get around to reading.

I've also had a spate of new additions to my friend-of list, and haven't had time to get around to checking them out (which I always like to do as soon as possible -- even if I don't add them back, I like to keep them on a bookmark lurk list, just in case any of them are plotting against me so I can look in on them when I have some extra time.

Meanwhile, in the non-virtual world, I'm way behind on my project to grow the gills I'm going to need once the entire state of California is under water. I figure I've got less than a week to do that. Now I'm going to swim out to the kitchen for a bedtime snack.

Comments

[waning-estrogen.livejournal.com]

your adventures with the rain and the telephone box I think may be similar to what I used to experience here. it wasn't my phone, but one I called regularly. actually, it is the tavern where my husband goes after work. anyway, sometimes when it rained and I called there, instead of being connected to the tavern, I would be connected to an hispanic family. it drove me crazy. apparently no one on either phone was aware this was happening. the tavern was probably used to getting wrong numbers from drunks misdialing and the hispanic family never understood me and never spoke english to understand and complain about it.

[rejectomorph]

That's very odd. It probably has something to do with the amount of information sent as little digital beeps now. The big analog clacks of an old dial phone probably wouldn't have gotten lost, but brief bursts do. I never have problems getting the right number with my phone, though. It just fails to make its desires clear to the computer at my ISP, so I never get the Internet connection. Some small but crucial fragment of the information being sent is getting lost due to the interference of the dampness of the wires in the phone box.

[waning-estrogen.livejournal.com]

yep. I don't know if it was ever discovered or not.
he's patronizing a different watering hole these days,
so I haven't had occasion to call there.
but I was always taken aback by the family
answering the phone with "hola!"

[dotmeister.livejournal.com]

I heard about all the rain you keep getting in your state. If you grow gills, I want to see pictures. Be safe, and know that if the mailman makes it to your house, there will be a ducky inter-tube package for your dog paddling abilities. ;)J/K

I don't plan on conspiring against you quite yet. You are too valuable in the writing and expressing!

[rejectomorph]

Thanks. I really can't deal with any more conspiracies at the moment. The fact that my evil computer and Bill Gates are conspiring against me is enough.

[agenesis.livejournal.com]

is a goatload the same amount as a gigabyte?

[rejectomorph]

Heh. I think a goatload is a more flexible unit of measure, and somewhat subjective. It depends on the size of your goat.

[melifur.livejournal.com]

Well, you can be sure that I'm plotting against you~ even as we speak. muahahahah! In fact, I'm the one sending all the rain! ;)

[rejectomorph]

Everyone in Chico is plotting against me! For the last time: The fog isn't my fault! I did not leave my shower on too long!

Oh, and you have to be careful about sending rain up the mountain. Everything that falls here ends up running back down there! You'll be needing a snorkel to shop at Raley's before long!