Platform 327

The lungs still have some leftover crud in them, but today I’m back on my feet and getting ready to head back to work

First, though, I have to deal with that horrible thing that every single person has to deal with when recovering from an illness: the laundry, dishes and other sundry household chores that piled up while I was sick.

Or maybe I’ll just go back to bed.

yeah, this is what this blog has been reduced to: complaining when I’m sick.

So it turns out I wasn’t feeling worse this weekend because of the weather. I was feeling worse because I was getting worse. What I thought was a touch of the flu turned out to be a really nasty lung infection. I’ve got antibiotics and a puffer, and will be off work until Friday.

And I’m out of breath just typing this.

If I knew I was going to be stuck home all freakin’ week, I wouldn’t have consumed the first season of 24 so quickly this weekend.

Why is it that all winter, when the weather in the news was record cold temperatures, blustering winds and blizzards, I was outside on those days and this weekend, when the weather in the news is sunny skies and the return of spring, I’m stuck inside so sick I can’t stand up for more than 10 minutes without wanting to puke?

And why isn’t there a little mood icon for “sour?” That’s how I feel right now. I’ve been sick for almost a week, and I’m whiny (is there a mood icon for that? Of course not.), and I’m stuck inside on the weekend I’ve been waiting for for months, and that weekend is just about over.

Fucking life.

End of whiny rant. I’m gonna go out and get some junk food to make me feel better.

Figures. First really good weather of the year, and I’m sick as a dog.

Bleh.

Tell me I’m not the only one getting sick of these trendy “social networking” sites. I mean shit, last year I was hit with dozens of “hi, come to MySpace and be my friend” automated emails. Now it’s the same thing from Facebook. In between, there were some other smaller social networks that spat emails out at me (can’t remember the names of them at the moment). Most of the time, people asking me to be friends are people I don’t even know. I must have met them once given them a business card or something… the ones that aren’t just spam, that is.

Here’s a tip: if you’ve never taken the time to so much as talk to me on the phone or send me a hand-typed email, I’m not going to be your “friend” on whatever MyFaceSpaceBook fucking thing happens to be popular this hour. Chances are that if I’ve spoken to you fewer than half a dozen times in the course of a year, I probably don’t even remember you.

Oh, and if the only way I can find out where your band is playing is by typing in all my personal information into yet another thinly-veiled marketing database disguised as a cool new internet service, I am not going to see your band. I probably wouldn’t go anyway, because your band sucks.

That is all.

I was working on getting my old Second Life project (remember that?) back to life somehow. I’ve finally given up. Working for Torontoist is enough to scratch my writing itch these days (the journalistic part of it, anyway), and I can write about the same stuff for them without worrying about all the nasty business and administrative stuff that was starting to get on my nerves.

The zine, along with links to the wonderful reviews I received from Broken Pencil, is archived here.

Now I can move on to other things… whatever those other things may be.

Remember way back when, when I discovered that GeoShitties had deleted years of blogging? Remember how, thankfully, I still had Blogger’s backup files of the posts, even though I didn’t have the templates or the graphics to go with them? Remember how there was that period where I was using Greymatter instead of Blogger, and I thought all those GM pages were lost forever?

Sick of me asking stupid questions? Wish I would just get on with it?

Well, deep in the recesses of my computer’s directory structure, I found an old, albeit incomplete backup of Blogstomp. This includes a few very early entries, as well as the previously-thought-lost Greymatter year. If you’re interested, it can be found here.