Hey there

Just popping in to say that I"m still around. The day before yesterday, I finished up a 10-day housesitting gig for a guy who apparently has no Internet connection at his home, which I am still struggling to understand. Let's just say there was a lot of activity on my mobile (which sounds vaguely and unintentionally naughty or maybe just kind of British) and I watched a bunch  of DVDs, including "Beetlejuice," "Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind," and "Away We Go."

Anyway, the gig paid well, the guy's dogs were super sweet, albeit maniacally attentive (after being ignored by cats for years, this is welcome but also creepy), and I got to sleep on a Tempur Pedic mattress which takes some getting used to but is glorious in retrospect as I toss and turn on my Satan-sent bed that has never seemed so uncomfortable before holy hell.

While mostly offline, I realized I missed Netflix and Spotify, but that was about it. Facebook just... WTF. I started losing interest (probably about 5%, lest you think I'm some hipster, know-it-all who decided Facebook was uncool way back in, like, 2009) when I stopped devoting a huge chunk of my life to Farm Town. Yes, I mean Farm Town. It's a game. People who have corrected me and said, "I think you mean FarmVille," I would like you to fuck off. Once I stopped tending to my digitized corn and adding strangers to my friends' list just so I could buy more plots of pixelated land, Facebook was pretty dull. Status updates are great and I've gotten involved in other games but... IDK. It's just becoming kind of icky. I don't want to dump the account because I'm in touch with a lot of folks I don't get to see regularly but I hate that they keep changing the design and not listening to their users AT ALL. I also don't like that I have to opt out of stuff, like yanking back permissions from the Spotify app because it was blabbing about what I was listening to all day. I can see the benefit of it -- learn new bands, hear great new songs, blah la la -- but I've been going through a Christina Aguilera (What? She can SAANG!) phase and I don't need everyone to know that. Except for you. And, um, now the rest of the Internet. *facepalm*

It's going on midnight and I must go to bed even though tomorrow is the last day of my work week. Future fun topics include my multi-part Petalectomy (started just today, in fact, and already feels great) and how close I came to bailing on Kata because WTF this is no way to run a railroad. Seriously, things have been crazy fucked up at work. A couple people fairly suddenly quit, there's been a crazy amount of tension, and I began talking in terms of "If I'm here next year." But that is a post for another day.

Away, away I go (ha!) to bed. My lumpy, spring-crazy, 11-year-old bed that I can hopefully encourage Santa to replace in a couple months. I will also make sure to ask for a pony because asking for practical gifts? Laaaame. Useful but laaaame. Compare these sentences: 

"Do you want to come see my new pony?" 

"YES, of course! I shall feed it baby carrots and give it love and suggest names like Princess Fairie Glitter!"

"Do you want to come see my new mattress?"

"Security!"