Destination Unknown

You know a blog post is going to suck if it’s written for not much of a purpose. So unless you like the smut quality of ramblings, you might wanta click that back button. Easy does it.

So, still here? Yeah, the reason I’m posting a new update is I just want to push the previous update further down. Google Ads are starting to misread my blog and classify it under "adult blogs". I haven’t stooped that low. I mean, it’s crazy enough that I have perhaps the most willy-nilly blog: where else can you read of someone who reviews a book one day, talks about jazz the another, critiques ads, chastises other blogs, waxes romantics on someone, discusses a couple of magazines, writes proses about sleeping, scorns plagiarists, draws annoying pictures, tries a descriptive route of talking about mundane things, blablablabla. I don’t need to toss in nudity on those cesspool of topics. Or do I? No, I don’t.

I finished reading To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee and, by george, that’s pretty much the best book I’ve read in quite some time, and reading something as humanitarian as that feels upright (as opposed to downright?) invigorating.

But I’m not going to review it yet. My hands are a bit tied at the moment, and I’m afraid I won’t be able to post in this blog that much this week. No, this isn’t another one of those foolish "self-flaggelation" that I insisted doing when I was reading Ulysses, only to fail too miserably at it. I’m really busy, I couldn’t even bother editing this post. So busy, in fact, that even if Jessica Alba asks me out, I’ll decline her invitation. Not that that’s ever going to happen.

I wish you all a spiffy day, and don’t get burned by that sweltering 39 degree centigrade now.