I went to a pumpkin show today, because…not every day you get to see a 1964 lb. pumpkin.
Or the vast crowds of incredibly grumpy old people, and white trash youths with either too much eye makeup or not enough swag to cover up the fact that they’re growing up either on a farm or in a trailer park.
And I’m sorry to describe them that way for fear of coming off as having an undeserved sense of superiority…but…it was disconcerting. I felt like I did not belong there. (Probably the reason I do not often attend things where gargantuan plant specimens are the main attraction…)
I did learn two important things though.
1) Do not eat food from fairs or fall festivals or any such thing. You will only regret it. I got a pumpkin iced cream cone, and with that as my only consumption–nothing fried or held at questionable temperatures!–I still came home with my bowels in a pretty regrettable state. From freaking iced cream.
2) I have all but given up on making friends, but I may at some point find myself in the market for an individual to drive me through country areas and look at things with me. Because I should not be allowed to drive on country roads. Seriously.
I start looking at stuff. Especially when it is fall and dusk is coming on. It’s a pretty terrifying situation, although I imagine it would be worse for a passenger than it is for me since I am happily looking out the windows and not concerned until the last possible moment about how far outside the narrow lanes I have strayed…
So yeah. Since I am lacking a friend who could have been with me today and started screaming at the appropriate times…well. I just need a chauffer. For everyone’s safety.
My anticlimactic trip to the pumpkin show aside, I did also find out something that really annoys me.
Xanga is still alive, apparently.
I stopped using it after they unceremoniously broke up the original site without giving adequate notice and asking us for money to move everything to a Word Press platform where we would have to continue to pay to use the site…well…I thought maybe it would turn out better, so I paid up. And then everything showed up on the new platform all fragmented and almost none of the people I cared about were still using the site, and people who hadn’t paid couldn’t see or comment on my posts…so I moved here.
I thought my account was dead, since that was all going on in July-August 2013…and the subscription was for a year’s worth of crap and little to no communication from the team who took our money…
But I logged in again today and there I am. Still ReeserTheShadow on Xanga. Huh.
And apparently the Xanga team posted an update (the previous one being from Sept. 2013) offering 6 months of free hosting to users who had paid for their first year, so we can see whether or not it’s worth hanging around. I emailed to accept my six free months, because hey. Free. That can’t hurt me. I sure as hell won’t be staying after that, but I want to see what they do. Because I gave them money to do something and they failed really hard at it, from what I can tell.