Good times.

What can I say after so much nothing? My tolerance is low, my pool is high.

Ah. To be high. Lovely, lovely high.

So I pussed out, and didn't heat my pool this winter. I don't know anyone that does, even those who wipe their asses with twenties. Quite frankly, it just doesn't seem smart; unless the pool's enclosed (which I've considered). It would be very easy to take a nice dip in a warm pool while the weather isn't in agreement. Warm pool, cold air makes for one fuck of a pneumonia recipe if I ever heard one.

To wit, it was recently emptied and is presently filling. I can hear it fill from where I sit.

Sounds like someone pissing in the pool from the ledge.

More importantly, when the hell did life get so boring that replenishing the cement pond in my back yard became the high point of my spring? - Sorry. For what feels like spring here.-

Further, and yet way more important, why the hell am I whining about stupid shit when Japan as a whole is completely, irrevocably stick-your-head-between-your-knees-and-kiss-your-ass-goodbye fucked?

Kinda makes me wonder just where my humanity went. Maybe Wall Street bargained it off with a few gazillion derivatives for a month's long prescription of Viagra. Maybe it blew over the rainbow with Dorothy and her gnarly looking mongrel. Who's to say?

Personally, I think I'd be more concerned about the fiasco over that-a-way if we Americans weren't so entirely fucked over this-a-way in a-different way. Fucked is well... fucked. Separate ways, still a climax.

Ah. As life would have it, Japan is thoroughly screwed, America is basically in the shit house, and American Idol is still on the air.

Good times.