That is how I feel today.
So. Don’t believe in coincidences, but I am pretty stubborn, I admit. I want things my way, on my terms. So when I write a poem and want to post it, then dammit I’m going to find a way to do it.
So I called my resident art critic to look at it, and tell me if it was worthy. I haven’t poeted [yes, it’s a word. period] in a while, I needed to be sure it didn’t uncommunicate any inadvertent communications and stuff like that, you know, that kind of thing.
Buuuuuuut, the phone was off. Which is strange. So I tried text, on two different lines. Both bounced. Very, very weird.
So I thought I’d send it on email. Aaaaaand my gmail died. How odd. Okay, let’s do yahoo. But noooo, for some inexplicable reason, the poem up and deleted itself, just like that. Now I know I’m a cyber clutz, prone to typing backwards and things like that, but surely, posts don’t just delete themselves!!
Apparently, somebody somewhere did not want this message getting out. Aye aye sir, I concede. Grumblingly, yes, but I concede. The poesy [old english] was just not meant to be. Which is all very well coz I keep trying to rewrite it, but the words won’t come. Sigh.
In other news, why is it that you can get anyone in the world except the one person you want? I mean I’ve got candymen popping up left, right and middle, one hour phonecalls from my ‘just a friend’, droolers who crash cars when I try to cross, sheikhs with castles and diamonds and oil wells and…and all I have to do is flick my wrist and smile.
But the one thing I want, a nice, plain, spectacled espresso …eh… mochaccino cafe latte sth sth…well apparently, I am now lactose intolerant. Sigh. I wish I could learn to like soy milk.
Thank you for protecting me. 🙂
End of rant.
Normal services may resume…or they may not.
I have this theory that cyberbuffs are all introverts. We spend all our time online chatting and twitting and trawling and stuff like that, playing digital native, but we never quite want to take things offline. It’s curious.
I mean human beings need interaction on some level, even us hermits. Whether its family or soliloquy or talking to plants, we all need some form of commune. It’s why jailbirds write books and monks are great poets. So those of us who…don’t like people, do it online. It’s the perfect solution. We get to mix and mingle without having to mix and mingle.
Not that everybody online is temperophobic [fear of 37 derees…figure it out?] Just that most people spend more time offline than on. They go out there and actually meet people, while people like me … well, there’s this cartoon I like, I can’t find it right now, but it’s got this guy hugging a monitor and saying ‘I love my computer, because all my friends live in it.’
Thank heavens for world wide web 😉
PS: isn’t it interesting how in Italian ch is k, ci is s, and cc is ch?