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A Quick Slink in Cyberia
04/01/2018 11:20 pmIzzie’s been busy being a bright shiny serpent with a fresh set of scales for the new year. So far so good.
Having noticed that so many otherwise wonderful days were totally tainted by returning to the Lair and then attempting unsuccessfully to go slinking in Cyberia, figured that the best way out of a hole is to stop digging.
All Cyberia stuff such as daily Duolingo lessons, reading emails and lurking on Twitter can be done on the phone and the ancient old computer is now only for occasions where proper squiggling is required like replying to emails or posting on Dreamwidth.
Turned this infernal Big Mac computer off on New Year’s Eve and it had stayed that way until earlier this evening. It has been well behaved so far. Maybe the downtime has done it some good.
So the plus side is a refreshing absence of spinning beachballs, but the downside is going for so many days without a proper keyboard.
It was a bad start for the goal of writing 200 words per day every day for this month. Not so much because I wasn’t writing them but because they are on old fashioned pen and paper, then they don’t really count.
Rather than an assortment of grand goals that end up in the bin before the first week of the year is over, figured that it would be better to have a couple of small ones and stick to them and to then piggy back some new habits on the back of old ones.
Sorting out the serpent sack has been on the To Do list for a long time. So by making a tiny tweak so that every time before leaving the room, I need to sort 3 things - either toss them or put them where they belong AND also doing the same before hitting Twitter, this tiny change has proved more productive than any number of grand plans
Of course the goal of spending lots less time lurking on Twitter has failed miserably.
It seemed so easily doable until the visit to an old historical graveyard on New Year’s Eve which pretty much coincided with the story blowing up about Mr Fishnet Stockings Downer and his drunken adventures in a bar with Pappy Tadpoles (also known as George Papadopolous)
Then there was the button measuring contest followed by a very nasty divorce with Boozer Bannon.
And now they are all going nuclear with the lawyers.
Had been thinking that Racket Man would have at most 6 months before the Greedy Oligarch Party would get pissed off with him. Now they got their Swamp Fill Bill signed, sealed and delivered, once they get custody of this tax baby, they can happily file for divorce because Don the Con has pretty much outlived his usefulness.
The way the shit show on steroids has blown up in just the last few days, six months is looking like a very long time indeed
It’s popcorn and champagne time as the Shit Show on steroids hits the road. Managed to be very good though and be in bed before midnight every day this week except Tuesday when the temptation proved to be too unbearable
So Sybil Serpent now says that Donald is going to get Trumped by the Tower Card this year. The house of cards will blow up like a bubble of bitcoins and they will all be eating tulips.
All the chaos and sowing of division and distrust is going to blow up in his fat orange face.
While the wheels of justice grind exceedingly slow, the Zeitgeist can move in an instant.
And a horde of rampaging rats abandoning the sinking ship move even faster still.
Having noticed that so many otherwise wonderful days were totally tainted by returning to the Lair and then attempting unsuccessfully to go slinking in Cyberia, figured that the best way out of a hole is to stop digging.
All Cyberia stuff such as daily Duolingo lessons, reading emails and lurking on Twitter can be done on the phone and the ancient old computer is now only for occasions where proper squiggling is required like replying to emails or posting on Dreamwidth.
Turned this infernal Big Mac computer off on New Year’s Eve and it had stayed that way until earlier this evening. It has been well behaved so far. Maybe the downtime has done it some good.
So the plus side is a refreshing absence of spinning beachballs, but the downside is going for so many days without a proper keyboard.
It was a bad start for the goal of writing 200 words per day every day for this month. Not so much because I wasn’t writing them but because they are on old fashioned pen and paper, then they don’t really count.
Rather than an assortment of grand goals that end up in the bin before the first week of the year is over, figured that it would be better to have a couple of small ones and stick to them and to then piggy back some new habits on the back of old ones.
Sorting out the serpent sack has been on the To Do list for a long time. So by making a tiny tweak so that every time before leaving the room, I need to sort 3 things - either toss them or put them where they belong AND also doing the same before hitting Twitter, this tiny change has proved more productive than any number of grand plans
Of course the goal of spending lots less time lurking on Twitter has failed miserably.
It seemed so easily doable until the visit to an old historical graveyard on New Year’s Eve which pretty much coincided with the story blowing up about Mr Fishnet Stockings Downer and his drunken adventures in a bar with Pappy Tadpoles (also known as George Papadopolous)
Then there was the button measuring contest followed by a very nasty divorce with Boozer Bannon.
And now they are all going nuclear with the lawyers.
Had been thinking that Racket Man would have at most 6 months before the Greedy Oligarch Party would get pissed off with him. Now they got their Swamp Fill Bill signed, sealed and delivered, once they get custody of this tax baby, they can happily file for divorce because Don the Con has pretty much outlived his usefulness.
The way the shit show on steroids has blown up in just the last few days, six months is looking like a very long time indeed
It’s popcorn and champagne time as the Shit Show on steroids hits the road. Managed to be very good though and be in bed before midnight every day this week except Tuesday when the temptation proved to be too unbearable
So Sybil Serpent now says that Donald is going to get Trumped by the Tower Card this year. The house of cards will blow up like a bubble of bitcoins and they will all be eating tulips.
All the chaos and sowing of division and distrust is going to blow up in his fat orange face.
While the wheels of justice grind exceedingly slow, the Zeitgeist can move in an instant.
And a horde of rampaging rats abandoning the sinking ship move even faster still.
