Jøhnny Fävòrítê (johnnyfavorite) wrote,
Jøhnny Fävòrítê

winding down

Hey, this blog sucks! Why doesn't this guy ever update? Oh yeah, that would mean I'd have to write something. Dang.

I have a file on my desktop where I write down ideas that I want to expand on at some later time. I created it about three months before I started this blog, so I had a lot of stuff backed up in the beginning. Hence my more frequent updating back then.

I've scuttled my last two entry attempts. They were about things I didn't like, and apparently I am incapable of merely "not liking" something, it always has to turn into a scathing venomous spew-fest, which says a lot more about me than whatever it is I'm writing about. Much like that Stereolab review I linked to recently. I didn't compare anybody to Hitler as that author did, but pretty close. Fortunately I had the sense to put those things away for awhile. When I read them again the next day I thought: In all the blogs I've trolled through recently looking for interesting things to read, I bet I've disqualified at least 100 of them for exactly that sort of negativity. But I'm expecting other people to read my negativity, as if it's somehow special? I think not.

This afternoon I had my first haircut in awhile. My sister's wedding is coming up, I can't look shaggy for that. This time Amy trimmed my eyebrows! She ran a comb through them and cut off everything long enough to stick through its teeth. Well, they are pretty shaggy. If things go the way I think they will, that will be the last time I get my hair cut in this godforsaken state.

I am really looking forward to leaving. I've never liked it here, not one little tiny bit. But there is always a bit of nostalgia involved in finishing one chapter of my life and moving on to the next.

Today I was once again out on the back porch looking for hummingbirds. Since I've been watching them for awhile I can say that they really do seem to be crazier than most birds. Several times now there will be one at the feeder, another one will zoom up intending to menace the first, and both of them will take off after each other and very nearly fly into me in the process, such is their fury. I've also seen a few males with red throats, but they seem to be vastly outnumbered by females.

Good god, somebody take this pasta salad away from me before I fall into a tortellini coma.

Another little nature drama. I saw a big insect that appeared suspended in midair near the top of the porch, a sure sign that it must be caught in a spiderweb. I decided to take it down, since it looks kind of gross. I was about to intervene when I discovered that the battle was just getting underway. The trapped insect turned out to be a wasp. A spider half its size was trying to spin enough webbing to render it immobile. But the wasp just kept struggling, struggling, struggling, and eventually managed to get its stinger into the spider. Almost immediately, the spider fell out of its web and onto a light fixture below. Game over. The wasp finished extricating itself and flew off, like nothing had happened. I've gone back to have another look at the spider several times this afternoon, to see if the wasp venom might have only temporarily stunned it, but I don't think it's going anywhere. Sorry, pal. Nice try, but I guess you lost that one.

The event that led me onto the path I'm on now was volunteering at an all-black grade school in Miami during the 2000/2001 school year. One of the biggest things I learned from it is that I still love toys as much as I did when I was a kid. I spent hundreds of dollars at eToys buying stuff I could use to keep the kids entertained. When I get to LA I'm going to buy maybe four remote-controlled cars. The really good kind that are fast and rechargeable and very maneuverable, that will turn at any angle, stop, go backwards, the whole nine yards. Then I'm going to find myself a bunch of eight-year-olds and have races.
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