Telephone access here is almost non-existent. The land line has a problem cable and that will likely get fixed first. The cellphone is almost useless as the quality is so poor that the speech is almost unintelligible. I've used it in talking with Apple and maybe 40% of discussion is useless. Skype is effective but currently inaccessible. Yevette has volunteered her machine but using my accounts on her machine has caused problems in the past. This one is trivial but when she likes a video, it winds up on my YouTube channel. Who knows why ... computers.
None of those come even close to being sob stories but they qualify perfectly as hemorrhoidal nuisances.
Talking would be wonderful as there are lots of airy fairy ideas floating around but what settles to being achievable is entirely unclear ... but that's what makes it fascinating.
There's a lot to be said for the south of France as well and for the same reasons of finding places which are not occupied and not high-demand real estate. Steve Hillage (i.e. Gong) and his band of hippie freakos were living down there somewhere. At least some of them probably still are.
For my own twist, the trick is to stay warm and also be in close enough range to play for Cat. No idea how that works but socialism at the Fort Worth Rockhouse doesn't have an 'ism' and Yevette has a little problem in what to do with her house. This kind of socialism doesn't require she sell her house so the state can buy sheep. It might be cool, tho, as the Greek shepherds were beautiful people and they herded their sheep on motorcycles. It was so damn cool.
None of that discussion is for public viewing and there will be a way to talk soon, I'm just not exactly sure what it will be. What's cool about Skype is that it's easy (i.e. free) to make international conference calls and that way it would be possible to get Cat into it. She is one hell of a wanderer and the only one other than Cadillac Man and the Queen Bee, although not together, who has been to Africa.
Meanwhile, Uh Uh Uh! (larfs)
Fond memory of drunken young hooligans going 'Uh Uh Uh' as loudly as possible like demented barking seals in the middle of the night.
None of those come even close to being sob stories but they qualify perfectly as hemorrhoidal nuisances.
Talking would be wonderful as there are lots of airy fairy ideas floating around but what settles to being achievable is entirely unclear ... but that's what makes it fascinating.
There's a lot to be said for the south of France as well and for the same reasons of finding places which are not occupied and not high-demand real estate. Steve Hillage (i.e. Gong) and his band of hippie freakos were living down there somewhere. At least some of them probably still are.
For my own twist, the trick is to stay warm and also be in close enough range to play for Cat. No idea how that works but socialism at the Fort Worth Rockhouse doesn't have an 'ism' and Yevette has a little problem in what to do with her house. This kind of socialism doesn't require she sell her house so the state can buy sheep. It might be cool, tho, as the Greek shepherds were beautiful people and they herded their sheep on motorcycles. It was so damn cool.
None of that discussion is for public viewing and there will be a way to talk soon, I'm just not exactly sure what it will be. What's cool about Skype is that it's easy (i.e. free) to make international conference calls and that way it would be possible to get Cat into it. She is one hell of a wanderer and the only one other than Cadillac Man and the Queen Bee, although not together, who has been to Africa.
Meanwhile, Uh Uh Uh! (larfs)
Fond memory of drunken young hooligans going 'Uh Uh Uh' as loudly as possible like demented barking seals in the middle of the night.
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Keep the ideas flowing and eventually we'll talk. UH!
Eventually they will find a way to fix the damn iMac. Waiting for Apple to call now. Arrggghhhh
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