The depressing truth about web stardom. In short the internet is all about novelty and if something is no longer new then it's yesterday's toilet paper and not worth anyone's notice.
For those of you playing along at home, heptapod.org has been around for nearly ten years. TEN years! Same turns of phrase like "gentle reader", "for those of you playing along at home", "on the gripping hand" and "regret the error" are old hat and eye-rollworthy to anyone who has deigned to follow this hoary and august site since its inception on a late September afternoon.
At least heptapod.org hasn't undergone anything akin to network decay where the site slowly migrated from the anxious ramblings of an obese basement dweller in Colorado to breaking theme and audience expectations with complete shit. I do recommend, gentle reader, that one skim the article on network decay because it's really depressing. On the bright side I'm pleased that circumstances have kept me from watching television and completely being unaware of the steaming diarrhea which the Cartoon Network has become in addition to the decline and fall of the SciFi channel which was long heralded by the introduction of professional wrestling.
Indeed heptapod.org still can't maintain a single thought, promulgate a particular thesis but continues to ramble in all directions under the vain delusion that it's stream of consciousness and somehow it all segues together when least expected by the reader regardless of their gentle nature.
Gentle reader, I tried so hard not to run around too much when Lee was here in Colorado. In fact I wanted Thursday to be our run-around day and then spend the remainder of the week staying at home, playing board and card games then perhaps, if the mood struck, to explore unimagined realms of intimacy.
We went into Manitou Springs three times. Ran errands many other times. It just didn't stop.
Yet I would not change it for anything in the world.
Lee took many, many, many more photographs than me. Mostly because that's her nature and my camera is a mere shadowbox compared to that outrageous gadget which captured every relevant moment for the sake of posterity. She hasn't been able to upload them. Last I heard Lee was getting some well-deserved rest.
Everything about this trip exceeded expectations and the departure was a sad moment compounded by the fact that the weather decided it was completely important to have filthy, disgusting slushy snow that tracks mud and water everywhere forcing one to leave their boots and sneakers in the laundry room to dry so they may be banged free of earth in the morning light.
Reckon next time that I'll be seeing Lee is Memorial Day.
Somewhere in the city was a tall building which stretched into the heavens. When I looked up the structure went so far that I could only make out a silver thread which was a trick of perspective. Eventually got into a flying car, reached its roof and landed to begin my descent down the stairs.
Shit, I can't remember the other one. You have my sincere apologies, gentle reader. Perhaps Lee can jar my memory.
