i have been re-reading a minor history of bubble-baths. it is amazing how often they were needed throughout the progress of mankind, yet how often their soothing peace was forfeited for our familiar angst. i am no queen (marcus schenkenberg notwithstanding), but i am also no dummy and i have learned a bit from a minor history. now i will imerse my aching, flabbous (well, really only slightly mis-shapen) frame into the gentle (mmmmmm...), warm (aahhhh...), slippery (oh, yeah...), pulsating (!), uh, no -- got a bit carried away -- not pulsating, but nonetheless rejuvenating bubblebath. therefrom i shall emerge -- serene.
oh, and might i mention the tinkering (apparent at the top of this page) which i am doing to try and make this page actually load when BlogVoices is blogged down (like earlier this evening). the code is only half finished (scriptus interruptus via vomitus), but the idea that is developing is to just prevent calls to the BV server during their peakload times, thus allowing this immeasurably valuable page to load quickly, while relieving some of the stress on BV.
i really do appreciate that service; it is nothing less than precious to the cohesion of this type of community, as given witness by the massive demand on it. and if i have overstated that, then at least i can say authoritatively that the comments it yields are precious to me.
thanks, you commenter, you.
of course my tinkerage disables commenting during the time it is speeding up page loads. ah, well. perhaps it's only temporary. more tweaking tomorrow...
as dudley moore's manservant in the movie arthur would say, "you're bahhhth awaits."
i was feeling fine at noon, and by five i was starving. so i cooked up <gag> a bunch of greasy sausage <retch> and eggs. two bites and i was closely inspecting the condition of my toilet seat. oohhhhuuukchffft, (wipes mouth). sorry. you know how that taste... oh, never mind.
anyway, the turmoil seems to be, ...um, ...passing, so to speak (or at least on its way there). you know, it is amazing how certain urgencies can make us gladly put our fair faces in certain places where, once having seen it up close, we then think twice about putting our fair asses there.
if the rapid progress of this storm through my alimentary canal is any guage of its duration, then i can predict i will be through this -- or it through me -- by morning. and already i am tolerating a little cherry garcia. i would faint if not for ben & jerry; this weak-trembling-ness sucks, and i think i'll be in bed by eleven. : that's at least six hours earlier than my usual bedtime, for about the last month anyway. so maybe this is a good thing, to get me back on track. (yeah, right. like curing jet-lag with a crash.)
also, thanks to whoever returned via 'permalink'. you alerted me to my sloppy url-coding. for the first time, i'm using non-relative, (i.e.: "../../img/me_and_marcus_schenkenberg_in_bed.jpg") non-absolute (i.e.: "http://burgwinkel.com/img/me_and_marcus_schenkenberg_under_the_bed.jpg") url's in my image links, like this: "/img/me_and_the_bed_on_marcus_schenkenberg.jpg" -- no dots and no domain name -- soze i can move pages down to the blogchive directory without losing images. and i have no eff'n idea why i'm explaining all this. it would have been interesting to me once. i guess that's why.
or maybe i'm delerious...
shawn fanning can have anything he wants at my house... <grin>
you know something? i really like the pat metheny group. i never would have realized that, except for napster. i mean, come-the-fuck-on, napster does the same thing as radio stations, only napster isn't wrapped around the record exec's cocks like radio stations are (or at least napster hasn't taken that position in the past -- we'll soon see if they can continue to abstain...). it's a tantrum we let the recording cartel get away with; napster ultimately does what the recording industry pays dj's to do -- only napster does it better and without advertising expenses -- but the RIAA exec's stomp and whine and shout "NO!"
just cuz they can.
excuse me whilst i puke.
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