Statesborough Blues

Well, ain't I satisfied with the general cleaning up of this place? Yes, I am. I realized I've hated the URL of this blog for awhile, so I've changed it for something less tortured, heh. I like this so much better. One day I'll invest a few bucks in buying my own domain and I'll sell miscelaneous stuff through it. Momichi.Net.

I daydream a lot lately. It's a welcome change to all those weeks of bitter, dry reality. Mostly about my garden, but Will Smith has made an appearance too.

I honestly didn't think I'd update this journal again, because I thought it was another stage over in my life. But when I realized I was itching to start blogging again and looking for an excuse to open a new blog, I thought that it might be more sensible to just push ahead with this one instead of pretending it never existed in the first place. Besides, this blog has had its good moments and I really appreciate the few people who read it regularily, so what would the Allman Brothers do?

(The answer to my zen question is, They'd probably jam with it. As opposed to They'd obsess day and night about the pros and the cons to finally do nothing about it, which is what I would do if left to my own devices).


* * * * * *Speaking of, Momichi is in a family way. She's roughly the size, shape, and consistency of a beachball. She hasn't yet realized that something about her has changed in a radical way, and there have been multiple stumbles when she rolls over in her sleep and her huge belly overspills the chair, overbalances, and then pulls her down.

Bel asked me if I wanted a kitten and I said I'd think about it. The truth is I'd love one of the cow's babies, but my mother will hate the idea and I still don't know if I want to push it. My parents and I have been on mostly cool terms since I came back, but it's mostly because I've been giving in to their wishes... and a new cat is not one of them. Quite the opposite.

But I'll think about it, because I'm pretty sure that a kitten from momichi is worth the bickering. : )

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I watched High Fidelity again last night. This movie is not popular here so I watched it for the first time when I went to the States. The first time was a revelation: I thought someone had wrote, produced and filmed that movie just for me to understand a couple of crucial points.

Quote: "Well, I’ve been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I’ve come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains."