Next week the Wombat is going to dissect Boston Legal on Wednesday. I’m going to add a quote Alan Shore (James Spader) said to Shirley Shmitt (Candice Bergen). Made me cheer. The Dawg has a not-benevolent to me surprise on Friday . I believe that I will save the infamous, in my own mind, Cooper/Wombat mastication IM for the following week.

It’s sophisticated humor at its best. Sophisticated about mastication? If you love certain 30′s and 40′s movie, you’ll love the IM. If you just like jokes about mastication, you will love it.

Oh, you never heard any mastication jokes? That’s strange..

On a much more serious note, I have become involved with a group on Darfur because of Cooper. I thank her for keeping it front and center in my head, and the I met some people and the group’s only two block from my home, so I have no excuse.

The things Cooper talks about happened yesterday, but you can do most things any day. I used to ask my father why he didn’t do anything about the Holocaust:
“We didn’t know.”
We know about Darfur. It’s every person Liberal or Conservative responsibility to act. Knowledge equals power and with power comes responsibility. It’s that simple.

I’m not going to be coy. I do Google Courting and Pia Savage–a lot more than I look at my sitemeter. Don’t do that one often, but Googling yes, because many times it’s the only way I know who is saying what about me.

When I did political blogging, this was a necessity. Sometimes I still find myself quoted out of context or out of context of the blog as a whole.

According to a quiz I took at Shayna‘s blog, I’m a blog pundit. Answered it twice honestly with different answers because many times two answers would fit. Both said “blog pundit.” Can’t find the post now.

Apparently being a blog pundit means that I think out loud on my blog, and I do. Was exhausted this summer because I had blogged for Courting and sometimes other blogs for two straight years.

If I mention a blog in a post, I always link to the blog. Believe that’s common courtesy. This particular blog, and I don’t remember its name, quoted a post that I wrote about endless emails and the whole blogging thing.

Yes I said that. I was emotionally fatigued, and just beginning to realize that being blog obsessed had hurt my life in some ways.

But the quote made it seem as if I don’t like bloggers or interacting with them. Some of the people I consider to be my closest friends, I have never physically met.

I don’t believe that there is false intimacy between people who have been corresponding regularly for months or years, now. Quite the opposite.

But when a person takes no days off from anything, it’s draining, and I found the whole process to be too much–which is one of the reasons that I have been using guest bloggers.

I also began to realize that spyware and spam had outwitted all the programs I have. My desktop is on life support. It’s hard to live with a computer that has so many problems, nobody can figure them all out. Yes, I know I talk about my ineptness. I’m much less inept than I think that I am.

I’m trying to find all my pictures and save them to disc. Installed Picassa, and it found less pictures than I have in my picture file.

Can’t download music. The speakers no longer work and music comes out of the Pentium. Any music sounds horrible that way. New Age music, the only genre I usually don’t like in total sounds especially bad.

It sounds even worse when it comes along with a tarot card or astrology reading people in my real life send me to interpret.

But I can’t stand not being able to put my CD’s into my computer and hence my Ipod. One of the programs I need to do it won’t work. This was a very cheap computer, and cheap and I don’t mesh.

Lucia says to think of it as the ladder to my business. She was a girl contractor so she thinks in terms of construction materials which always are metaphors for life anyway. Oh she was damn good, and did it at a time when there were few women in the business. Her decorative plaster work is sublime.

Have been getting many pop-ups, then messages saying that my adult site viewing is being monitored. For the record, I’m not into that kind of adult site viewing. Then I get pop-ups saying that for $39.95 all my pop-up problems can be solved. I think people who insert spyware for the sole reason of selling a product to solve it are criminals.

I dreamed of Macs but used to be too dependent on programs to get one. I use the Internet for everything which I realize is a cause of the problem, but Mac’s are safer, and have great music and photo programs. I might even attempt a video for Courting.

But I need a functioning computer. I hope that it arrives tomorrow. Apparently haven’t been getting all my emails. Sure that’s a separate problem.

It’s horrible to not be able to use a keyboard properly. Feel like it’s a hundred years old, and not even trying.

Strangely, though I’m not obsesing. Just pissed.

If you haven’t read The Devil and the anti-Beatle, I’m copying it, and putting it here. It’s good. I like it.

Sar will be on tomorrow.

I will have another fiction post on Friday. Took out the 9/11 stuff. This is a literary blog, I think, and a damn good one. I will decide after next week whether or not to keep Courting running

This is a fiction/photo exercise that I wrote the day after coming back from Montauk

They say that a girl in a red dress made a pact here, long ago. They say that she asked for nothing more and nothing less than 36 hours with the anti-Beatle.
“Just 36 hours, that’s all I ask. I can make him mine if I have 36 hours with him in The Memory Motel.”