So my computer wanted to strike out on its own, independent of bourgois concepts like “charging its battery”. The Man couldn’t keep it down! More specifically, I couldn’t keep it powered up. I am, in many ways, not unlike The Man.
Due to a series of events involving an equally rebellious refurbished Chromebook and my general tendency toward procrastination, that was the computer I had.
I’m now waiting on a replacement. Meanwhile, the Richards Memorial Library in North Attleboro is a lovely place to do my day job and some other writing, but a) I don’t want to tax their goodwill too hard by just occupying a computer all day, interrupted only by lunch and going up, Oliver Twist-like, to request more time on my session, and b) this requires putting on pants. Fuck pants.
As a result, no post this week. My hope is that next week the situation will be rectified, and I can triumphantly return in either More Drunk History: Aleister Crowley Part 3: Seriously With This Asshole, or Things I Do and Do Not Judge You For: Media Edition.