I guess I do. Or at least, that's wot the clicky-button said on the previous page. from which [by clicking] 'I' got 'here'. [virtually].
Currently [re]reading all of William Gibson, at least the novels and a wonderful read he is! Taking a break with Thomas M. Disch's "334" over these past few nites, charging up the ol' memory B4 lites out each eve. Richard Brautigan awaits also.
Soon we start ripping out the floor of the computer 'den' at strangulensis Manor.
To make a long story short [esp4 those of you who've had the 'pleasure' of reading of this adventure in my responses to y'r mail art] we had an incident of terror in which my Beloved, Shirley, encountered a LARGE blacksnake and responded by shrieking. It'd apparently been stirred up from its basement crawl space residence by handypersons who also found what looks2B great access points to our upstairs.
Currently, said 'den' floor is listing to port [east] and soon we will start excavating the 48-yrs of accumulation to make way for repair activities. Mostly, the piling system of the 'den' consists in shaky heaps of bargain bin 'art' materials and stuff that other mail artists have sent me. During the re-construction, I'll be playing from an alternative computer site expected to be a small, improvised desk in the 'master' bedroom.
Y'r ol' Bud, Fike