Technological rape

I just hopped on to say something quickly when Blogger forced me to change to the new version. There wasn't even an option of staying with the old one. I didn't want to change it because I just don't care a whole piss of alot what tags go with my rambling posts. They involve alot of bitching. There Blogger, is that what you wanted me to say? That all I do is bitch anymore? Yeah, well thanks. I appreciate your subtle technique of backing me into a corner and forcing me to submit against my will, all the while making this 'new' version sound like an actual choice. Crafty bastards.

Anyway, comments to the last post are on hold momentarily but I'll definitely get to them. Maybe tomorrow, maybe in a few days, just not right now. It's been an exhausting week for many reasons. I just need to go to bed and pretend to sleep more. Often, struggling to stay awake is worth it just to spend some time living in the more ideal world that zips through the brain sometimes, isn't it? Right now I'm too tired to even do that.

And I think I saw a bizarre version of what I would term synchronized snowplowing this evening with at least 20 large city/county trucks, yellow flashing lights illuminating the spectacle. Either lack of sleep is getting to me or it's the cold. Eh, or maybe both. In any event, it was disturbing. Not entirely unlike a Dean Koontz book.

Have I mentioned I'm losing interest in displaying tact? And cold weather? And for some reason I keep thinking of a dumb line from a movie (Dirty Dancing) which I think I watched a zillion years ago... anyway, the line goes something like, "No one puts Baby in a corner." If it comes to being in a corner or not being a part of 'things', I think you know which path I'd choose. Tough choices have to be made when you aren't at peace with any of the options. I know that is vague and no one knows what I'm talking about, maybe not even me, ha, but I can't be more specific right now. I don't like admitting when personal issues take a dive. No big deal. I'm just having to come to terms with the fact that the words a person can string together to sound believable does not necessarily make them so. Especially when all the little things fall through the cracks. Plink. Plink. Plink.

Other than exhaustion, confusion, and typing cryptic posts, things aren't bad. I'm still deciphering the code, but things are at least startlingly mediocre, even if saturated with things that peg me all over the board. How it all fits I'll never know, but it does. I need sunlight. And damn the technological rape.

Could be I'm losing it, in a fairly nonchalant, non-committal sort of way. Meh.