Three Sentences

I don't know if it's because I'm getting older and my brain is fossilizing or if it's because there is just too much unresolved nonsense rattling around in it or if it's because I've finally reached that age where the things I always really wanted to do -- e.g. travel, write, take single-malt tours of Scotland -- increasingly seem more Important and Significant than the day to day of this career begun nearly thirty years ago that's fine as jobs go but was really only meant to pay some bills, but the end result is a signal inability (if not unwillingness) to focus on the work that needs doing and instead obsess on how cool it would be if they added cable and tower tours to the Golden Gate Bridge.

Another result may be the demise of this particular blog but not yet, not until I try comment verification to fight off the rising incidence of unsolicited ad-related comment spam, a strategem that unfortunately makes a weird sort of economic sense on an internet increasingly crawled by spider-like robots weaving their sticky ad-like webs to trap errant ad-clicks and thus generate income, penny by penny, for the nameless robotmasters who lurk in windowless spam-dens when they're not lurching through harsh Floridian rays to the strip clubs that form their only connection to living, breathing human beings, never caring that this connection consists of a velvet hand reaching under their overstuffed Hawaii shirts and lifting wads of cash as the price of a smile and an aromatic whiff of fake feminine hair and other fake feminine accoutrements; these overfed grease-faced greed-heads who have perverted the web's possibilities of communication into a mine of pointless penny-snatching click counts.

Apologies for the inconvenience but the readership has declined tremendously anyway (another sign of an impending need for decision as the decline is attributable, beyond Facebook, to a signal lack of compelling material and/or consistency) and so I will consider comment verification an experiment, see if it kills the Anonymouses and their useless links which annoy me even if no readers have noticed, see what other effects there are, and enter this winter season resolved to make changes of several different types in the life that pulses quite outside the bounds of this peripheral vanity and which indeed account for the distraction and ill focus alluded to at top.