I keep forgetting to check my haiku email. not very many people send them. tiffany sent a politically themed one. woo!
Foreign policy
Shooting wolves from an airplane
Palin is the suck
by tiffany
THIS RED SOX GAME IS DRIVING ME NUTS.
and I’ve been bongoogled
I just made that word up, cause it sort of sounds like boondoggle and it’s a little like that.
the story is this: if you type “loafe” in google search and then try to click on my link in the results page, it doesn’t actually take you to my site, it takes you to some sort of ringtone spam site. don’t know how it happened or when or why, but I got totally freaked out about it and changed the passwords for everything in my life.
stupid ringtone spam sites. you’re messing with my mind! and my readership! no new readers! sad christa!
not that I’m saying my readership was anything to write home about before I was bongoogled. it’s been lame for a long time now. maybe it’s time I stopped writing in my not-a-blog.
I leave you with this final thought:
in: “quitting” your blog
five minutes ago: securing a book deal cause of your blog
out: getting fired over your blog
oh netflix queue
my new obsession is adding things to my netflix queue. I never actually watch the movies they send me, but I love love love adding things to my queue. and ranking the movies, too. that’s fun. and searching for things that I can’t be bothered to actually watch.
because life isn’t really about the movies you watch, but about the movies you let netflix think you watch.
when I die, I want my netflix queue and my DVR list and my ipod contents read at my memorial service. oh and the books on my bookshelves. yes.
bohemian love doesn’t care about the depth of these imponderables
my best friend is gone.
I am sadness, a bottomless well, a black curtain of night.
I guess you just sort of get used to having an essential part of you missing for most of your waking hours. but I see us traveling together in our dwindling days, the path narrowing, our aged eccentricities adorning the twinkling sky, comfort settling down on us like leaves from the windy trees.
the title of today’s post comes from this lovely little french song by Coralie Clément. it’s just divine.