Harry’s Feet
I am definitely having trouble with Harry. I knew from the get go I had trouble with his feet. The toenails are really poorly painted or drawn, and the bottoms of the feet are HAIRY. What else to expect from a Wild Thing, I know… But as I passed the bedroom I saw the above image and felt a slight chill, thinking it looked like a small infant had somehow landed in my bed.
There have been three burglaries in this building over the past four or five months. I am not losing sleep over it but once in a while I hear a strange noise that makes it through my noise-canceling headphones. I usually do not figure out what it is, the noise. But once in a while I imagine that word is out that I wear noise canceling headphones, and thugs and ninja thieves have worked out a choreography allowing them to slip in and out unknown to me, planting evidence or incriminating information to have me framed, or blackmailed… like I have anything worth resorting to blackmail over.
But for a moment I thought these fictional intruders had planted a dead infant in my bed.
But I think it’s more about Harry. I just don’t like the thing. It makes me ill at ease.
Second night of no booze. Hooray, I guess. I made such glorious use of my sobriety: I began teh tedious process destroying my Soundcloud account, at least so much that I don’t have to pay for it, and moving everything either here or to another site. I hadn’t looked at the TOS in a long time but your account storage is limited by length of time. Free accounts can have up to three hours of storage, but if you downgrade from the unlimited tier I am at then the oldest files above the three hour limit are made private. Nothing is deleted. I did not know that. I don’t care, I dislike Soundcloud quite a lot, so I will be mostly out of there anyway. Much of my audio on there was either crap or just raw material, which is kind of the story of my life.
Here comes the storm. I don’t mind the snow, though I am lucky to say that I should have no reason to be out in it. I just don’t know if I’m ready for 20-below zero again, or hurricane force winds. I purchased long johns.
Someone who had followed my sites since the 1990s just discovered I’d closed sorabji.com. He doesn’t seem to know where to find me. He’ll figure it out? I don’t know. I don’t know if anybody will find me because I stand by my reason for closing the site: I don’t care anymore and neither does anybody else.
