imposed lazy Saturday

Alas no canoeing and picnicking. My lower GI tract had other ideas. Ahem. So I intermittently watched Torn Curtain with Lucy and now I'm half-intermittently watching 'Breaker' Morant. (I would link those for you but the diabolical unsolicited flower thingies would probably show up again.)

This viewing's the more intermittent because in addition to treks to the chiotte, I'm having fun doing screenprints of the crazy flower thingies for Edward so we can hopefully solve this wackiness. They apparently don't show up (npi :) on his screen. Maybe they ONLY show up on mine! Which would kind of at once make sense (since they're not in the html, forcément they are not even showing up on my view but instead are in my head alone) and be even more Charlie-Kaufman-y, not to mention troubling in even more ways.

I'm aware

that in my poopedness here at the office today my real life is blending into the blog a bit overmuch. It's rather a meta-y synecdoche-y Charlie-Kaufman-y Being-John-Malkovich-y kind of fatigue-y in-the-moment blogging and pondering and thinking/writing aloud kind of attempting-to-figure-stuff-out Real Life play by play that will surely end in my being swallowed up in the quandary itself.

Or maybe you will.