So I managed to categorize every published post at the .MOBI. Next steps are to find the series of images missing from November 2008 to some time in 2009. There was another stretch of posts that were missing their images, too. If I have the energy I will next tag every post, though that relatively value-free flourish could just take a back seat. Or I might just tag the last few hundred posts. The last step for all this is to finally move it to the true URL of Sorabji.MOBI, and not this sorabji.com/mobi nonsense. The real trick will be to see if I can get the URL to rewrite to the mixed case Sorabji.MOBI and not sorabji.mobi. That, as web professionals of a certain age will notice, is old school. Actually it might not even be possible any more. It used to be considered bad search engine juju but I don’t give a dick about SEO any more, certainly not on this site. I am free.

The dude who cuts my hair now did not seem happy to see me today. He asked “What happened?” I said huh? He said “It’s been over a year.” I laughed and said “No it hasn’t. It’s been like 4 or 5 months.” I thought he was being congenial on some level but really he was being grouchy. I asked how his holidays were. He barely answered. Whatever, dude. See you in another “year”. I tipped well.

At the Bakeway but I really would rather be back at home, at my desk. I had a prestidigitationally active day. I was up early and should sleep well tonight. Just realized: No electrical shocks. No EXPLODING HEAD SYNDROME. If I experienced any of that last night it is lost on me now. That’s a decent side-effect of sobriety. I still have trouble staying asleep. But I thought about it yesterday: I have always had trouble sleeping, with or without booze. So I can’t blame the booze for this, per se, except that sleeping was often awesome with the help of beers and gimlets. But it was too much, too. These days I get 6 or 7 hours and I feel fine. On booze I might get 11 or 12 hours and feel like a barrel of butt.

POLINIMIA:
I AM AN ANIMAL.
I POOL A NOMINAL MAN IN A
MINIMAL PLOP.
I POOP ON A MAMMALIAN MOP.
POM POM POOP! POM POM POOP!

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No more C-Town for me. There is too much trick pricing going on there. Yesterday, by all appearances, a brand of millennial-targeted organic “super food” yogurt from Scandinavia appeared to be on sale for 88 cents each. Checkout recorded the prices at about $2.50. I asked the manager wtf, he snorted and said something to the effect that that brand of yogurt never goes on sale. I exited through the entrance. Fuck that place. They’ve dicked me over on these phony sale price signs time and time again. Once it was bacon. The sign out front said OSCAR MAYER BACON $4.99. I picked up a package of the exact same bacon shown in the poster. It was $8.99. I asked the manager WTF. He said the sale price was only for turkey bacon. The sign said nothing about turkey bacon. But I was not going to get into fisticuffs over the semantics of bacon.

Yesterday was stupid annoying though. Only an asshole would pay $2.50 for a 4oz. container of yogurt. Only a major league douchebag would buy three containers of yogurt at that asshole price. That is exactly what I did, though my intentions were different.

C-Town: Fuck that place.

A Food Emporium is due one of these years. I will give it more than a chance. I loved the FE when I lived on the Upper West Side. But most grocery stores around Amsterdam Avenue and 75th were scary shit holes. Food Emporium was the closest thing to Publix I could find in NYC back them, at least for where I was. These days there are other competitors. Food Bazaar, that Fresh Whatever place on 21st, the Stop and Shop… I guess those places might always have been around, or places like them. But when I was a young sprig in Manhattan I was afraid to leave that island. Very afraid.

Still digging the shit out of my PLEX server discovery. Downloaded complete Prince, Madonna, George Michael, and others whose œuvre I gave not a donk about until now. If I can access it anywhere on my own terms then yay. At present I am uploading the balance of my LP records, which I digitized over the summer. After digitizing them I sent the LP records to my nephew in Florida. That’s about as much bonding as we have ever done.

My life has been full of YAY lately. I feel like The Wild Thing.