Knitting Ferocious Spiders

I have so much to say. Veritable mountains of observations and anecdotes, only sealed off by time, and the bleep-bleep-bleeping of a proper internet connection. I promise, I will be making up for the discrepancy. Soon.

You would think that getting internet access would be easier in this day and age. Apparently, I need some new hardware (a wireless router for starters... a new computer would be better) to hook back into the interweb, as Evil Rogers will not lease a second modem to the same address anymore witout charging for another full-priced account. Plus, I have all this extra time, and so much I could be blogging about. Grrr. Is it possible to kill a company? Anyone?

So I did make it through those 10 days. Pulled them off; piouretted through the stage of days. Put my whole life in boxes (which is not to say that it's been compartmentalized... it hasn't). Put the boxes in a truck. Moved. (Thanks to Dan the Moving Man). Now am smack dab in the middle of a heat wave on the third floor of an un-air conditioned apartment. The cats lie on their backs, legs spread out, and pant . But there has defiantly been change. Oh, yes. Big Change. Which I'll divulge and expand once my internet connection has been established at home, and I don't have to sit in the wonderfully air conditioned library, constrained by limited time, to post. ... I have been waiting for a time that can never come without push fucking shove. there is never enough space between the cars; that moment mid-air towards the surface of the lake will never be the perfect arc -- skin my never be ready. make the time, leave the curb or the dock, so the open air stirs like a hurrican...

Or catch phrases , this summer's has yet to present itself. In the six years that Cobra and I have known one another, each year fun in the sun (or Fun and the Sun) has delivered unto us a magical, wistful phrase that has managed to encapsulate the tone, breadth and tenor of that particular year's season. One of the first was: "Yes, yes ; it's all a rich tapestry." Oh, and did we ever get mileage out of that puppy. "I'm so glad you're here! I didn't think I was going to make it, and I so desperatley wanted to see you guys, but the--" "Yes, yes; it's all a rich tapestry." [dismissive wave of hand omitted] "Where's the bar?" That was a good summer. And then, a few years later, there was: " Suck it up, sweetie; take one for the team ." Which also served us very well; or, me very well, at least; the chaos, panic and disorder that we left in our wake may not have served others very well... um.... but, good...

I have a habit of sitting at the flux point of several bouts of media. The television on (one of the five channels, but silent), music (essential), and the computer (laptop, donated by my father last Christmas); and then there's the window, the cats, the clunk-thunk of whatever is going on above or below me. Presently, I reside on the second floor of a three floor, three apartment, house. It has been a joy. Mind you, private. My friends (the posse as well as the Troops, excepting only the scant few within spitting distance) will not come to the East End. My lovely, solitary , apartment, has remained that for 19 whole months. Interlopers are rare and few. It's not as if I don't want visitors; it's mostly that none are available. The East End, for any who might me reading this outside the mega-city of Toronto : it is really, really far from the West End (where most of my friends reside)... not physically, but psychologically. You'd be amazed. (This distance, ironicall...

No matter what emotional complications have been rearing their thorny little heads about my attempts at promiscuity, the fact remains that making out remains one of my favorite activities, and is something I can do at the drop of a hat with a certain amount of panache. As well as a sense of the theatrical. Though I'm trying to be better about the latter. I don't know if I'm succeeding.... Right now I would like to be making out with Cillian Murphy , but that's mostly because I just recently saw Batman Begins and now have a huge crush on him, not because he is in any way accessible right now. ( Ah, would that he were... ) The movie, by the way, was fantastic . As a fan of the comic, and of Burton's imaginings, I went in hoping for something good, expecting something mediocre. Instead, WHOA! Full on thumbs up. I think, by far, the best written of all the examples, and what a brilliant, nuanced way to bring life back to the franchise. Well done. But the issue at hand....

Waiting for pizza at 3:20 in the morning. What if it never comes? There is no second chance. There are no other options, this time on a Tuesday... wait, Wednesday . The woman at the pizzeria is getting a little fed up with me. "Yes, yes. It's coming ." But it's been over an hour, and I'm sleepy. Yet extremely hungry. The world is absolutely fraught with dilemmas. Also, strange things exist in the void .