Monday, August 22, 2005

Thought I had abandoned you, yes? Left you in a lurch with naught but a stale cookie, pants wrapped tightly around your head, thank you ma’am, don’t trip on the doormat? Well, so did I. I had to entertain family, see, and although the plan was to resume our conversations tonight, there were moments when I gleefully envisioned a reality without our evening chats. That’s right, I wrung my hands mirthfully, until I came to my senses and felt a twinge of remorse for even considering such a possibility.

The first thing we need to do is conclude our recent arc and put this part of the narrative to rest. I don’t know if it was apparent to you there was more, but there you go. This is basically the only bullet point I have, because the rest of the agenda–that glorious space where anything can happen, so long as you believe–is filled with whatever it is we usually discuss.

Another thing I need to share with you is a shiny disc that’s enthralled me for the past week. It always seems as if I’m late to the table, which makes my adoration comparable to pointing and grunting emphatically. It’s like, “Oh, how sweet. The bandwagon not only left, it also broke down because, y’know, the wheels fell off a year ago.”

I blame this on my tendency to buy things with the intention of enjoying them later, “later” being that honeyed time when I stop buying things, and really it’s an impossible cycle. This is why I possess a large quantity of media, the likes of which I’ve begun savoring only recently. And you know what? When I discover something, it’s like Magellan claiming a fucking IHOP for the Spanish Main.