I got set up with the Internet yesterday. Sweet dialup action, right here in my own house in Gaspereau Forks, NB. I've been rocking this connection all day. Currently I'm being reminded that the Internet is basically nothing but a huge filthy cesspool of sex and pornography. My, how I've missed it.
Having the Internet in your own house is a little bit crazy. How do you people manage it? It's kind of like having a dish of chocolates sitting in front of you. You can just eat chocolate after chocolate. And you can't stop eating chocolates. When do you know to stop eating chocolates? When your teeth rot and fall out of your head, and your brain explodes and your stomach swells up into a huge, pulsing ball of sickness? I don't know. Anyway... tell me some stuff to look at, suggest some blogs to read. I'm right out of the loop.
Send me nice things: philip[at]swordfight[dot]org.
It's possible that I might even get back into blogging regularly. But first I need to remember how to write again.
No, first I need to shut this thing off for a while, and go outside and enjoy this beautiful day before my overstimulated mind melts down into a smoking hot slag.
Love, your pal, Philip.
