In 2003/04? Raising Helen? Chasing Liberty? Raising Victor Vargas? Chasing Papi? Capturing the Friedmans? Owning Mahowny? Seducing Doctor Lewis? And and and of course: Finding Nemo. I only wish I could rest my case.
Although, I admit, that there really isn't anything wrong with this sort of title construction, only that it feels overused in recent years. However, there's always room on the bandwagon, hence the title of this post.
And, as long as we're being all meta and spending many wasted seconds rattling off the pointless skim of my brain before getting down to whatever it was that made me decide to post in the first place, possibly one of the worst things I've done to this site recently was put everything into the diary and start assigning categories to posts.
Well, no, the worst thing I did was break the comment system for several days while trying out one of the more non-invasive methods of blocking comment spam. Oops. Sorry. Fixed now.
And then there was this weekend when I started adding my trip report to Spain from 1994 (not finished uploading, so no formal link yet), and MT was not recognizing the backdating and was posting everything as new. So, some of you reading via syndication got the old "cool, new posts -- no, wait, they're gone" treatment, and I'm sorry.
I'm especially sorry because for an hour or so it looked like I was in the throes of a fabulous adventure of eating beautiful lemon sorbets in the Basque country and fishing ancient mosaic tiles from a small fishing bay separating France from Spain, but no. My only big adventure this week is warding off those eensie-eensie cockroaches that form a much larger and creepier parting gift from my ex-neighbours.
(See, the landlady had to massively bugbomb, so now the bugs are all running over to this side of the duplex, and the professional bug sprayers are coming but I don't know which day and I'm all freaked out about whether the hammies can be exposed to aggressive pest control. The pest people would have you believe that it's safe for everyone, and the anti-pest people claim it's safe for no one, and keep in mind that I mostly have the very wee hammies.
So, right now the plan is to take the hamsters to my parents' for the day, but is that enough? And let's not even talk about the trauma of car rides and new places and making sure everyone understands not to open the thin door between the Hamster Refugee Zone and the two predatory cats and then there's me having to leave my babies, some elderly and others preening their noggin-sized tumours, in those strange surroundings while I return my house and wait around all day for the pest control people to show up.
Or-or-or, odds are the pest will not call me ahead of time so this can be properly coordinated -- as my landlady will request -- and the man with the nozzle will simply show up -- as the men with the nozzles always did before my landlady discontinued the service because why pay for it if they're not going to spray the inside because they didn't bother to schedule things with the tenants?
So, this time I called them myself, but the landlady hasn't had a chance to make the appointment yet, so I think my info is just jotted on sticky notes or something, and the nice man I spoke to is supposed to double-check re whether the spraying is safe for dwarf hamsters and let me know before the fact, but then I had to go out for an hour yesterday afternoon, and maybe that's when he tried to call? And maybe it was more like three hours, sorry. Or maybe he won't really call because, remember, "People Suck!")
More importantly, now you see the problem of having created categories. Do I file this entry under "Hamsters"? "Travels"? "Films"? "Astronomy"? All?
Wait, where's the "Astronomy"? I never got around to the astronomy. Let's just have a fresh post for that, then.
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