So, hey, remember that time I was sick and then I felt better and I didn’t write very much except to whine about being sick, and then I said I was back like a heart attack and then I called you all bitches and then I didn’t write for five days?
HA HA HA! Wasn’t that a great trick?
But no really, what’s really been happening is that I’ve been busy doing things like working a million hours a day and floating around in the pool and lying on the couch like a slug watching TiVoed episodes of Supernanny and subsisting on bagels and Edy’s Fruit Bars. And then Dreamhost had a bunch of extremely classified and ultra-high-level technical problems that were maybe neither classified nor ultra-high-level, but honestly I just was too lazy to spend too much time looking into them. The point is that it seemed like every time I decided to check out my own damn website, or check my own website email, I couldn’t get to it because that’s when the servers were crapping their pants again, but every time I emailed a friend or family member and asked them to take a look at the site, they had no problems. I could just be making all of that up but I swear I’m not.
Anyway! I was now going to direct you to check out some pictures of Max, the best and cutest puppy in the whole world, but I just went to upload them and it appears Flickr is having some downtime. DAMMIT, TECHNOLOGY! Quit phunking with my heart.
Yeah, I totally just went there. I am such a loser.
And no, by the way, I did not go get a puppy sometime in the last five days and neglect to tell you about it. Max belongs to my friends Bud and Elizabeth.
Let us now examine how I am hopelessly behind the times, if the phunking with one’s heart thing didn’t tip you all off. Exhibit A: as referenced in the post title, I happened to finally discover Sufjan Stevens long after everyone else is probably completely over him, but whatever. I’m never cool. I think Illinois is a beautiful and quirky and insanely addictive album, and every time I try to take it out of the CD changer in my car, my fingers accidentally fall off and roll under the gas pedal and chaos ensues. So I decided to stop tempting fate and now I just listen to it every day.
Exhibit B: I also recently bought Snow Patrol’s Eyes Open based on incessant recommendations from the iTunes “Just For You” feature. I like it a lot. Please don’t kick my ass when I confess that I finally went ahead and bought the Sufjan Stevens album because Snow Patrol namechecks him in “Hands Open,” which reminded me that I’d been meaning to check him out.
Exhibit C: I bought The Fray’s How To Save A Life on a whim. Because I haven’t listened to the radio for several months, I was completely unaware that one of the songs from the album has been completely overplayed and as a result, I am a gigantic mainstream loser idiot for buying the album. I’m actually kind of annoyed about that, because I DIDN’T KNOW! Because I haven’t been listening to the radio! Anyway, isn’t claiming not to listen to the radio, like, one of the Top Ten Signs You’re A Hipster Asshole? So how come all the hipster assholes know that it’s not cool to like The Fray because they’re on the radio all the time?
In other news, I’m finally – FINALLY! – beginning to get why people like Wilco. Perhaps that’s a point in my favor.
Final thought: I’ve been trying to read Good Books. It occurred to me that I’ve made it through twenty-six and a half years on this earth without ever cracking open a Toni Morrison book, so upon a few recommendations, I picked up The Bluest Eye and Song of Solomon during my last visit to the library. I decided to start with Song of Solomon, and I am just really struggling with it. I’m halfway through it, and that’s only because I’ve tried really hard to read at least a few pages every night before I go to sleep. Did I start with the wrong book? Should I have read something else instead? Or am I just hopeless?