So Jealous

Writing about feeling disconnected is often an oblique cry for attention, especially when blogging.

I'm feeling disconnected this week, literally and figuratively. As mentioned in my previous post I've still got to set my computer up in my new space; being in front of a computer for eight hours a day really de-emphasizes the need for the computer at home, but I'm sure that'll change once I want to watch porn again, which will be any moment now, I'm sure.

I'm noticing a steep drop-off in online presence with my pals, but to be quite honest, I'm sure some of them spend more time on instant messenger than I do. I prefer e-mails and blogs to IMs, you can time-shift with those. I've got too much to do with my free time like podcasting (har), porn (har har) and catching up with my late seventies-early eighties night time soaps.

Dallas, anyone? I saw the DVD for season one and two at the Blockbuster last week and simply couldn't resist. Not that I ever watched the show when it came out, I was negative four when it first aired, and I was really surprised that it stayed on until 1991. And not because I have an affectation toward boot-scootin', oil-moneyed conservatives, at least not real ones. I just thought I'd give it a watch for the vintage effect. I have to report that these writers were pretty damned good. The characters are bigger than life caricatures of reality that get to be really addictive as the series moves forward. I'm already on episode six, and Shakespearian plot traps are already being set...I'm just waiting for the mistaken identity set-up to spring the first dramatic death of the series, but I'm almost certain that'll play out in the future "Who Shot J.R.?" story-arc.

Wow, talk about sidelined. I didn't really have a point to this entry, just thought I'd try to vary content a little.

My other blogs are so jealous.