New pics are up. I need to buy a scanner and then I’ll really be in bidness.
It was really been a fun thing to see this blog grow and get discovered by people. I’m still having a bitch of a time getting the archives to work so bear with me. Plus I may have to sanitize a few names since not all the people referred to are ‘out and about.’
Dad called last night and Mom wants to come up for my tonsillectomy. Argh. And how I don’t know how major this is and this and that. Yes. I know this is surgery. They are cutting a part of my body out of my throat. I know this is no big deal. But I can’t do a goddamn thing about it until I’m there on the table and under the anesthetic and afterwards. They like to do proxy worry – it’s like a proxy server – except there’s no firewall. I have tried to recognize in my life when I use worry as a substitute for action. That people worry and pray and wring their hands when they should be amending and attending to a solution for their problems. Worrying is a big activity in my family. It keeps us from dealing with the present if we over-focus on the future. Or regret – focus too much on the past. That’s one reason I try to limit my intake of daily news – how many news items that I hear do I a) give a shit about b) affect my life hear and now and c) can do anything about? The tonsillectomy is out of my hands so I can’t worry about it. What if I die on the table? What if I can never talk/sing again? I can’t worry about that until I’m there. Plus – God knows what kind of pornographic stuff I’ll spout out to my mom as I’m coming off the anesthesia. And then if they both come up. I just picture waking up every few hours and their just staring at me, watching me like a TV. And mom will clean the house like a demon. I know she will. In the words of Pink: I don’t need no G to take care of me. I know dad just wants to visit so he can camp-out on the History Channel – he loves Nazi week. I think he likes to appropriate other people’s guilt. Plus I have to de-porn the house and my computer – no – I don’t mean get rid of any porn hanging around – that doesn’t phase them (hell, Playboy was on our coffeetable next to Cooking Light and Compute!’s Gazette (any C-64 heads out there??)).