I am no longer afraid to leave the computer turned on and connected to the Internet while I am not present in the room. it’s been a thorough and deliberate couple of days making sure I have no malware or virii. I did not expect I would but what can you do but be careul… It’s funny, they kept calling me. The guys who tried to steal money from me are calling to politely resume the transaction. That may or may not demonstrate how pathetic they are. I’m not going to post details about this since they might find the posting and target me specifically.

I have made a concerted and deliberate effort to remove my web site livelihood from my mind. Today and yesterday though I looked at things again. The money coming in has actually improved in the 2 weeks since I last checked reports. Who’da thunk it. On account of that and the sun shining so bright I’ve been feeling pretty calm and positive the last few days, even after the the attempted robbery bullshit. Got something going with the new receipts site, polished off the Links review, and got some interesting feedback on a video I passed around to some friends.

Just not full of things to say right now, but  missed doing this .MOBI thing after a few days aaway from it. At the ghetto coffee shop, where a bunch of high school age girls briefly sat nearby, talking about how pathetic all their other friends are.

Remembering for some reason a friend who said he was at a bar with some friends, having a particularly memorable conversation. He said that a couple of weeks later he was wathing “Will and Grace” and swears that the entire conversation that had transpired among he and his friends was scripted into that show, about as close to verbatim as any of the participants could remember. That has to happen a lot, writers going around scooping up content from adjacent strangers. He said he and his friends felt like they’d been had, but what could they do about it? The conversation took place at a lace of business, not a public space, but with no way to prove anything and no reason to think they had any grounds to make a claim they just wrote it off (so to speak) as one of those annoying little invastions of privacy that they perhaps should not have assumed existed in the first place.

I know why I am thinking about this, it’s because I thought of doing it myself last time I was here. There’s a woman who frequents this space, and she has nothing but horrible, godawful things to say about virtually any member of the human race. She even ripped her mother a new one. Just seems like a horrible person. I put a lot of stock in how people talk about their friends and relatives when those people are not around. I really hate hearing girlfriends or boyfriends talking shit about their S.O.s but I guess that’s just our reality.

As much as writers skim overheard conversations for content they could evidently not come up with themselves I think that the journalistic practice of doing the same has gotten out of control. Someone makes a clever comment onTwitter and they don’t get proper citation. I heard a 1010 WINS announcer commenting on something Donald Trump-related, saying “This prompted on Twitter user to say …” Should that Twitter person have been identified? Of course they should have, but the practice of commandeering other people’s wit into journalistic work with zero citation seems to have become codified as a standard practice. You have to wonder sometimes if these journalists are not just making this stuff up.

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Oh jeez, enough with this fucking Adele song already. I thought I liked it at first but on relentlessly repeated listening I’ve really come to think it’s a sorry excuse for a love song. The opening recitative sounds whiny and pouting, and the whole song comes off as more than a little selfish. I haven’t watched the video lately but last time I saw it I started to think it did not even make any sense. Not that pop songs have to be bulletproof  logical, but it seemed like the story being attempted was trying to reflect real-life type of events.

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Watched a bit of “The Diary of Anne Frank” last night. I’ve seen parts of it before. Eerily done, with better more realistic  “noir” atmosphere than some American representations of that genre.