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I don't have the time or energy tonight to produce one of my finely
crafted comedic serious entries, but I figured I should post something,
if only to make it look like this journal is active and thus trick out
the reviewers over at Amalgam,
where I'm supposedly being considering for membership.
Anyway. Updates...
I'm back from Vegas. That's pretty remarkable, seeing as how I wasn't
even in Vegas. I was actually in Pahrump, which is so much like what
it sounds like that lying about where you really were if you go there
is understandable and perhaps even expected. I did a bit of gambling
there, spent some time with my dad, did some serious road-tripping on
the way out there. I actually had a lengthy entry about the trip half
mentally composed, but it has yet to make the transition from brains
to keyboard. Suffice it to say that I went, I saw, and ... other stuff.
I didn't stop by The Booth, by the way. It was nearly an hour out of
my way which, at the rate I was moving, would have added about 4 hours
to my trip. I opted instead to waste my time on other things. I'll stop
by again some day, but at this point The Booth falls under the heading
of "Been There, Done That."
Since returning from Vegas I've completed the transformation to Mr. Photography, wannabe Evapo-prietor. I bought an enlarger, set up the spare bathroom as a darkroom, and I've been a printing fool for the last few nights. It's like old times all over again: I can load a film reel as easily now as I ever could, I half-remember the old darkroom rituals, and my prints are as lousy as ever. I suck, but at least I'm enjoying it.
I'm still not smoking, by the way. Much to your surprise, I'm sure, not to mention my own. It's been more than a week now and I'm still going strong. These last two days I haven't really even wanted a cigarette. Much.
I got some disturbing e-mail this evening. One of my readers saw a mugshot of the nutbag who shot up a community center out here and thought he looked like me. Said she "had to dash over to your journal to be sure that you were still there." This, from one of my fans. Lovely. You be the judge:
On that pleasant note, I think I'll go to bed ... and hope the psychopath doesn't read the journal. We don't want to be putting any more bad ideas into his head, after all. Not like the ones being put into mine... |
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