Technology Sux

I have been un-blogged for the past several weeks due to a blockage in my server. I am working with the confines of an academic institution which blocks any suspicious websites, including my very own blog. After several emails and meetings with my well-meaning tech, I was finally advised by my friend Colette to use my phone as a hotspot and take the phone of the school’s server, which I have done. And am released to blogging again.

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I just received an email entitled Bill Payment Reminder #43217 the highlights which I wil share now: Hi. How are you? I know, it’s unpleasant to start the conversation with bad news, but I have no choice. You actually love visiting porn sites and browsing through kinky videos while pleasuring yourself. I could montage several videos showing the way you reach orgasm while masturbating with joy.

It only requires several mouse clicks for me to forward your videos to all your relatives, as well as friends and colleagues. Do not try calling police as well as other security forces. In addition, abstain from sharing this story with your friends. After I find out (be sure, I can easily do that, given that I keep complete control of all your devices), your kinky video will end up being available to public right away.

My only hope is that video of me “masturbating with joy” does indeed make me look happy. That I would like to see.

Pissed Off at Julie the Blogger

I watched Julie & Julia last night – the film portrayal of the sassy New York gal who blogs on cooking Julia’s Child’s recipes – which made me depressed and irritated.

The premise of the blog is trite and gimmicky, and became so monstrously successful that it attracted hundreds of thousands of followers (NYT included), led to a book deal and then a the film which grossed $140 million. And that does irritate the hell out of me.

Lemur eating at The Bronx Zoo

I’ve blogged for eight years now (1,390 posts to date) and have achieved neither traction (120 views per day) nor phone calls from any media outlet.

It is true that I can meander and have only recently found my Julia (the writing process), but I have always been true and raw and given everything I can think of, including first-person accounts of Hurricane Sandy, the Covid Pandemic and my sad lost childhood.

Steve and Gary drinking stubbies at Ahmic Lake

It’s not that I want attention (not like Amy Adams anyway), but more that I thought there would be something more at this point, something that might give all of these posts some meaning beyond filling the void.

Blogging is Pointless. What isn’t?

I have been blogged for close to eight years. Sometimes I have been on my game, especially in the post Hurricane Sandy days.

October 30 – One Day after Hurricane Sandy

Other days not so much. Greenland can definitely slow me down.

It appears that these quarantine days have got me back on my virtual pony. I have blogged fourteen straight days now – on everything I can think about and some I don’t as much.

I like the routine of blogging, no matter the irrelevance of it. It is a distraction, like my new spinning routine, part three of my speculative trilogy or filling in the sky of this 2,000-piece puzzle.

I much prefer these things to ruminating on the next steps of the quarantine, watching other people coping on social media, reading about those who have to work and realizing how little society actually cares about them, thinking about how stupid we all are, when this world will finally end, how pointless our existing ever was…

So, yeah, it’s better to stick to the blog. Maybe the puzzle too.