Les Amants - Les Rita Mitsouko

I'm gonna do this differently tonight. Rather than think about what to blog, I'll just do it.

It's not any special occasion, the why I'm online tonight. Which of course means I ain't writin' tonight. I'm using up some more of my mobile highspeed bandwidth is the why. Wind mobile is billing me 39.20 Canadian buckaroos a month for a decent 10 gigs of worldwide access. A decent rate in Canada, anyway. I'm cresting almost 8 gigs-worth enjoyed for May this moment.

I've surfed and watched lots. Youtube. Exotic food shows. Science and art stuff. Concerts. News, not in excess. Downloaded more interesting podcasts than I have time to listen to. It's been better than tv, I kid you not.

After I hit post here, I'll be finishing this eve ghosting around the web for delicatessan pictures. A screensaver's worth of delectables. For inspiring me when I'm more awake and working on Last Joe.

It's an evening such as this when I almost believe I can dance. Round and round.

2 single-slice pizza boxes. Kokanee 24-pack empty. 7-11 slurpee cup, brain freeze warning, 1/2" of cola left. Crime scene litter
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Hummingbird. Never seen one perched. Only buzzin' by. As if they're born flying, only land when time for dying. At the river.
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Advanced polling's on for the BC provincial election. Voter's card and proof of ID. Mark yer ballot. Done in five minutes.
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Pink Slip

So. Here's a pic of the pink snow I wrote about on Protag last week.

I'd started writing it as a kinda mental window opener. I'm not saying this right. My brain needed fresh air, after way too much of my Saturday last Saturday ended up used up doing the annual obligatory tax return.

Actually started writing what I wrote so I'd have something-anything at long last for a blog, for this here blog. But then it dawned on me the readership I have originated over on Protag. The blog isn't pulling the cart. Protag is.  

Let's just say this is me getting out and giving my little helping push.