Cacophony?

How goes it, folks from the land that "could not be found?" What's that all about, you ask? Well, if you're asking, then the problem is on my end, and not with Al Gore's brainchild. For some reason, most of you "could not be found." It appears that you bastards have all up and left me! And it's not just blogs, but almost every url I try. Every now and then I get through, but I've been trying each an average of 4 to 5 times... and many of them I just stop trying. My mood has swung in a big way.

It's led to an interesting mix for a Sunday morning. Yep... this morning has been a sonic kaleidoscope.

I awoke in a fairly good mood... see, this evening, I am going to a Bears game. Yeah. It's going to be frickin' cold, but I'll be sitting there at Soldier Field, watching Mike Vick hopefully get planted in the frozen turf, and sipping on beer slushies. Okay, that last part isn't so great, but it's part of being at a game in December. There I go, off track...

Anyway, when I started out on the internet early this morning, I was grooving to tunes from Ian Moore, Los Straitjackets, and the Maverick soundtrack . Good bluesy rock, a bit of country, and instrumental surfer rock... great way to start a Sunday morn. However, having the taunting "..... could not be found" message appear over and over changes the mood a bit. I opted for some good heavy rock... I pulled out Neurotica. While a great choice, it didn't combat the frustrations building over no access to some of my peeps.

As I got into the second hour of being told that everyone had left me, I decided to start everything all over again. This time, I couldn't even get my homepage to load... it could not be found. Luckily, I was able to reach my site, only to be denied once again when I tried others' sites. I decided to hold service... Psalm 69 was the subject, as Jesus built my hotrod.

After service let out, I almost literally threw in GZR and soon after, Misery Loves Co. I'll admit, that by now, I was almost happy when I couldn't get to someone's site. Good angry tunes...

Four hours... I decide I'm going to give up, when I'm able to get through to Amazon, and the idea for this post comes up. I've been walking around for about 10 minutes singing the closing bit of "Plastic" from Reveille... okay, screaming it. "YOU CAN GO F#%K YOURSELF!" Relaxing.

I've finally gotten through to my editing page, so I'm going to see if this works... if so, you'll read a bunch of crap. If not, you're spared. Either way, I've decided that I'm done. After I hit "Publish," I'm throwing in some Elmore James. Or maybe some Tori Amos... I can visualize her writhing on her piano bench. Mmmmmm......

Later, and have a good day.

Posted by That 1 Guy at December 18, 2005 12:04 PM