Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Dead Like Me (and other distractions)

The Dead Like Me marathon continues. It really is quite distracting. Just what the doctor ordered. The doctor within. I still haven't gone to the doctor. Caring about myself wanes during the processing. Heck, it was pretty darned waned out before the processing. Hanging on by threads, in fact. Now, the who cares fog rolls all around and thick enough to set me on auto-pilot and turn off all sorts of brain cells, especially the ones that interpret emotional stuff. Call me spaceman, spaced out, spacey.

Wait a minute, if it's that thick (the fog, remember?), then why haven't I been here? Or here or here or here or here, for that matters. In case it matters.

We're all temps.

I don't seem to be getting anywhere with Dead Like Me on the screen. I start typing and then am drawn into the dialogue and then my eyes turn toward the screen (and not just for the eye candy) and more brain cells shut down and I am (back into the show again).... I might as well be dead. Sure, I'd be missed. For a minute. The fact is I am not a part of anyone's daily life these days, in fact not even weekly and only occasional few monthly and that's only because I keep reaching out. The world and the people in it will move along just fine without me in it. The people who reach out to me when they need something will find someone else to reach out to or just make it on their own like I do. Maybe that's for the best.

Thing is, I don't want to die. I love the experience of living. Even if it is mostly for the food these days. Life is so seriously lonely when there is not someone in it on a daily basis, a continuous sharing, someone who cares how you feel every day, how you slept, how you eat and take care of yourself. Without someone sharing, sharing caring, it's all even more meaningless than it is when one is lucky enough to share the illusion of being together, partnering, or at least being there every day, if only to share the loneliness.

Remember when I used blog statistics to distract me from the loneliness and sadness of losses and poverty?... yeah, maybe that was grasping at straws so why not do it again... sure, with the ellipses and everything too... imagining I have millions of adoring fans awaiting my every word with baited breathe... I wonder how baited breath smells.

So these are the stats for the former daily blog, (e)thereal

United States
Russia
Ukraine
Romania
France
Germany
United Kingdom
Poland
Malaysia
China

41270
17716
8317
7331
5722
5342
2294
1290
1176
1070

Firefox
Chrome
Internet Explorer
Opera
Safari
PhantomJS
Mobile Safari
chromeframe
Maxthon
Java

42514
28394
27845
7483
2517
2443
851
224
64
63

(37%)
(25%)
(24%)
(6%)
(2%)
(2%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)

Yeah, you can see why I could so easily enjoyed the millions of adoring fans illusion... I always wondered who were the people were... where they were from... I see all the countries and know a couple of people in them and yet, are they the ones visiting?... the people I know offline in the physical world don't visit as far as I know... nobody says they do... yet there are pages visits, a lot of page visits... mostly from the US but also from all over the world... at least there were a lot... I wonder what Ellen Muth is doing these days... she was too skinny sometimes, but I hope she didn't get fat... ... a lot of my imaginary friends were on tv...

So these are the stats for the current daily blog, in case it matters.

United States
Romania
Portugal
France
Russia
Poland
United Kingdom
Ireland
Japan
Germany

1544
1036
401
345
87
36
22
8
7
6

Chrome
Firefox
Internet Explorer
Safari
CriOS
chromeframe
GSA
(Debian
BingPreview
Maxthon

2014
1104
389
106
21
10
4
2
2
2

(55%)
(30%)
(10%)
(2%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)

Yeah, so there is Portugal finding the new blog we see. Hello Portugal. Am I amusing or depressing or boring or something else? Does that reflect more on my words or your reading? Are you gone now? Japan is new too, Hi Japan. Shall we discuss my Japanese schoolgirl fantasy? Maybe I do not have anyone close to me in this world and anyone wh starts getting close doesn't stay. I have the knack of pushing people away. It's a sense of humor to me, it's repulsive to normal folk. Thing is, I'm not looking for a normal folk. I am looking for someone who gets me, understands me, you know, simpatico.

I'm a dreamer, remember?

Maybe death is the temp job and life is the vacation

And what if that is true? Shit, we waste it working our time away when we ought to be spending most of our time enjoying the life without the stress of wondering if we'll have enough money to live comfortably when we retire. And those are the people doing ok for themselves. There are way too many people living paycheck to paycheck crushing themselves to pay off debt. Are the few who never have to work a day in their lives happier or smarter or luckier or all three? Not the ones I've met. Money poisons their so-called humanity. That is part of becoming the filthy rich.

No wonder no filthy rich people send me money, aye?

So these are the stats for the this babbling daily blog, dirt, drama, and details

United States
Portugal
France
China
Russia
Romania
Poland
Germany
Netherlands
Philippines

2071
416
369
365
216
187
46
23
15
13

Chrome
Internet Explorer
Firefox
Safari
Opera
CriOS
Dragon
chromeframe
Maxthon
Iron

2831
559
338
155
23
15
7
6
4
2

(71%)
(14%)
(8%)
(3%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)
(↓1%)

We see that Portugal and France like this babbling blog more than the brief blog. Hi France and hello again Portugal. Bonjour and Ola. Are you enjoying your visits? China, Russia, Romania, Poland, everyone... yay. It's a small world after all.

As usual, I am still here after midnight (really it is, never mind the time date stamp... I didn't want yesterday to feel left out or lonely... it's not a good feeling) and whatever. Am I wandering in circles? Are you? I started this entry shortly after getting back here and I left work on time. Hours of what? Whining and lamenting? Statistical distractions? Processing, it is called processing.

What are you up to?

Narf :)







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