Pretty much posting over on Google+ these days. I'm on the Google platform all the time anyway, and it lets me forget the unfinished, partly broken state of this website, which if it was a physical structure, I would burn down. Not even for the insurance. Would let the fire dept. know they could train on it if they want, or just watch it fall down, but not to bother trying to save anything.
New Signal mixes will still go here, but... I dunno. Blogging is easier on Google+.
Indiana update: yesterday, we had a successful cross-border incursion into the state of Illinois, where unshaved men in reflective vests are putting federal money to work making tiny bridges near flooded rivers.
Our destination: a pair of cabins in a forest preserve, used by hunters during the appropriate season. There's a deer head on the wall of our cabin, above the satellite TV (pic forthcoming). There is also a moose-themed lamp in one of the bedrooms.
As a quick update, A. & I have safely arrived in Indiana. It took a little longer than we thought it might, because of tornado weather around O'Hare, which gave us the opportunity to stay overnight in Chicago and meet a La Quinta Inn shuttle driver who informed us that his girlfriend accuses him of being a "hot mess," which amuses him to no end, though he admitted that he's not entirely sure what it means.
Thanks to the delays, I also had to brave my way through a reading material-related emergency, finishing my crime novel on the flight to Chicago and facing the prospect of a connecting flight south with nothing but my paltry imagination and the humming of the plane to distract me. Luckily, at O'Hare I was able to purchase at full price a book I had previously read about marauding around the Wild West murdering Mexicans, so my second flight was accompanied by fictional violence and stark desert beauty between the paperback covers, and as such I couldn't tell you a thing about the flight.
What's up, party people.
After finding an inbox full of 150+ notices about spam comments today, I'm giving up in the short term. All comments are disabled for SignalStation going forward. If we're going to have a conversation about anything, it'll have to be somewhere else.
Not a big deal. Pretty sure I can just cross post SignalStation posts to Buzz or Facebook and commenting can happen there.
"This is why we can't have nice things," etc. etc. Too many monkeys jumping on the bed.
For years now, I've had a Dreamcast (and games, etc.) and a PS2 (and games, etc.) stuck in boxes the closet because I've had this idea that some day I was going to meet someone who could use them. And that would be preferable to selling them.
Most specifically, I felt that there are people in the world that need to be introduced to the fake pet-raising experience of Seaman on the Dreamcast where you talk to fish that have human faces until they learn to start talking back to you and asking you questions.
And with re: the PS2, I actually found someone to loan that one to for about a year, but she eventually got tired of it, so it came back.
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