How Daljit of NORN Didn’t Get His Groove Back

A quick note before we begin: It seems that on IE, my custom banner at the top of my site looks like shriveled up ass. Once again, IE’s lack of standards compliance causes it to fail at life. How the fuck can it not do proper transparent graphics? Also, it seems that some other parts of my site don’t look like they should, thanks to shoddy CSS support in IE. Thanks a lot! View it in Firefox, which is a REAL web browser if you want to see how it looks.

Now that that’s out of the way…

So I’ve spent a good chunk of this summer doing things that don’t involve my computer much. I’m not really sure why. Since I’m not entirely sure where this odd behavior came from, I’m going to make up a reason.

Much like Stella, I wished to get my groove back.

I’m not sure that I was successful, however. From my impression of the movie “How Stella Got Her Groove Back,” she takes off from her life to go live in a cabana on a beach and has sex with cabana boys young enough to be her sons. Or maybe there was only one cabana boy. And I think she was married, too, but not to the cabana boy(s) she was sex0ring. Since I didn’t have rampant sex with cabana girls, I guess I don’t have my groove back, whatever that is.

Meh, I had fun.

Let’s see… I went to the beach a bunch. That was relaxing. There were no hot cabana girls, though. Sure, there were hot girls, but lets just say after a few… shall we say “near death experiences,” I chose, of my own free will and accord, to no longer pursue girls on the beach. Granted, I had tremendous success with this activity on one of my vacations, but I suppose circumstances were different then. It seems Long Island’s beaches are not the place to attempt to get my groove back. I suppose this requires a tropical locale.

Last weekend, I went into NYC and did some fun touristy type stuff and ate some damn good food. I got a neat dessert plate from Vaselka after stopping there to eat dessert. And just so we’re clear, it was the good dessert with the good sauce, not the crappy dessert with the crappy sauce.

In my rare bouts of using the computer, I re-organized my music collection, while catching up on DVR’d episodes of The Daily Show and The Colbert Report. I’ve got all my CDs ripped to FLAC (some already were, some weren’t) and all of what I want to be taken with me in alt-preset-standard mp3 files on my iRiver. My eMusic stuff is finally integrated with the rest of my music and everything is properly tagged. It feels good to finally have this done. It occurs to me that this paragraph is probably a low point in today’s post. Moving on…

You know, I have a whole bunch of blog posts queued up in my head that I want to write about, but whenever I sit down to do it, I get sidetracked into doing something else. Like this post. This wasn’t planned. I was gonna write about the recent spate of cancellations of good TV shows or about my personal sci-fi literature renaissance. There’s other stuff too, but this is what ended up coming out. Bah. See? No groove. It’s not back. Where’s hot tropical cabana girls when you need them?

I read a lot. I caught up somewhat on the backlog of books that I had. Now I’m itching to go get some more, which is bad, since I don’t have any shelf space to store them. I’d thought about e-books, but I can’t get behind reading a good book that way. I like the tactile sensation of reading a bound book. Oh, and speaking of e-books, my “job” requires that I read e-books so that I may “review” them. While they’re all well and good for clandestine ops behind enemy lines, in the comfort of my own home, I’d prefer a real book. I don’t think even an e-book on a PDA-type device wouldn’t cut it. Something just seems off. On the other hand, it does save quite a lot of space. :\

I also watched a shit-ton of DVDs this summer. Some months ago, Deep Discount DVD had a pretty sweet sale and I got more TV show DVDs that I really should have. I’ve been watching em whenever I get the chance, and I’m still several box sets away from completion.

These would be my chief activities this summer, with some miscellaneous activities sprinkled in to taste. It was fun, but not groove-getting-back fun. That would have required hot tropical cabana girls and not hot Long Island girls with multiple boyfriends and/or male relatives hidden just out of sight waiting to murder foolish males attempting to recreate with their females.

Not that I would know anything about that.