The missing month.
No posts in July. Why? I don’t quite know why, perhaps it had something to do with the solstice. What? That’s in June? Oh damn, I was so sure that’s what it was. Now even I’m confused. Oh well, let’s just chalk it down to a lack of the old internet connection and move on.
So, in the interim between my last post and this one, I’ve done a couple of things. I’ve moved to a new place, a nice little place for one. The best part of it is the garden. Yes, that’s right, you city slickers, I have a garden, a lawn, a patch of verdure. It’s not as big as the hanging gardens of famed Babylon, but neither is it as small as a chihuahua. My bedroom windows overlook it, and it’s a nice sight to wake up to.
I’ve also gotten some parts to build a computer with. I need to buy a few more things, but my new machine should be up and running by the end of this month. My laptop is still going strong, but I’m constrained for space on it.
Life otherwise is alright, I guess. There’s nothing that is extremely good, nor anything that is extremely sad.
There is one curious thing I’ve noticed though. I kill cockroaches. No, not by stamping on them (though that works too), but just by being around. Every day, I find one dead cockroach in my house. This has been happening for many months, but in my previous abode, I assumed it had something to do with the flooring. However, I have moved to a new place, with very normal, dead standard flooring, and the phenomenon has moved with me! Perhaps I exude some sort of poisonous aura that kills them? But hey, they’re supposed to survive a nuclear explosion!! Am I worse that THAT? Hmm, makes you think, doesn’t it.
Still, levity aside, I really DO find one dead roach practically every day. They’re impartial as to their distribution—I’ve found them under my bed, in the kitchen, in the living room, and even one just outside my house. They’re generally found in the same position: lying on their backs with their legs waving feebly. I usually put a period to their existence with a gently placed shoe, and move them to happier places, and after a moment’s puzzlement, move on with my life. Maybe they’re just drunk or something? I don’t know, your guess is as good, or probably better, than mine.
Seven in one blow is nothing to this. Anyway, let us leave the dead roaches behind, and move along. The Olympics are on, and watching them brings tears to my eyes. No, it’s not the Olympic spirit, or the exploits of the athletes, or the fairy tale stories..it’s the magnificent craziness of DD Sports 
Besides looking like they’re broadcasting the 1972 games, not the 2008 games (”The First Games in High Definition”) the ludicrous errors they make are beyond belief. Let’s start with presenters who, for the most part, have no idea what they’re talking about. Move on to the picture abruptly cutting in and out of different sports, but the commentary remaining the same, so you could be watching swimming while listening to basketball (this happened today), or even better, watching the sports, while also listening to the presenters talking amongst themselves, because their audio feed is still live! “Have you got the notes?”, “You start the next segment” “The ad-break is coming up”… and the picture shows the cyclists climbing the Great Wall of China, while I climb the Great Walls of My House, trying to figure out whether to laugh or cry.
The Games are only a few hours old, but DD’s games are years old, and show no sign of improving. Still, I’m thankful that we have a Sports channel, so that at least they broadcast the games all day, unlike yesteryear where you’d watch the Games when they had nothing else to show, and of course that too would be rudely interrupted by—The News!
Ah well, let’s leave all that aside, and go to bed. Goodnight.