probing the inner reaches of internet avoidance

Much to my amazement, I looked at my stats this morning and found I've done no posting for nearly a month. A month tomorrow in fact. How can one go from posting pretty much every day to nothing like that? The only explanation I can think of must be borne around the idea that I, or my internet connection, was kidnapped by aliens.

Well, in part it's true. The part about my internet connection. Disconnected on March 22 with promises of reconnection four days later turned into my provider not being able to get into my building without permission from my landlord turned into three and a half weeks of waiting around every few days for an installation that never happened. That is, until last Thursday, when wires and drill bits and heavy boots stomping up and down three flights of stairs MAGICALLY APPEARED and lo! I was blessed once more with the cybersaviour. Though going on what you hear about amnesia-induced probing by curious extra terrestrials, you never know. I did go a whole week before managing to pull myself together to collect enough words to make a post. Perhaps such a probe did occur and I subconsciously made terrifying Lacan-infected associations between the probe I can't remember and my dependence on the internet. Maybe my unconscious avoidance of updating this site was a projection of my secretly harboured fears of partial anonimity compounded by the glow of my laptop's screen which threatened to reopen repressed memories of greenish tubular implements. Maybe I've just been lazy.

While I don't want to denounce my own conspiracy theory just yet, it's much more likely that my internet-avoidance issues have had more to do with the fact we still had boxes in our living room up until last Friday (Good Friday, my birthday, hurrah!) and I was damned if anything was going to get in the way of my unpacking after Matthew came home with not one, but two bookcases. They are now full and we are looking for a third. My promise not to purchase any more books until June got dumped by the wayside on Tuesday when I came home with a stack of historical treaties and post-modern, German spy novels. They have since remained in a stack because of the lack of shelving space to store them.

In other news, I'm getting a kitten.

Much to my amazement, I looked at my stats this morning and found I've done no posting for nearly a month. A month tomorrow in fact. How can one go from posting pretty much every day to nothing like that? The only explanation I can think of must be borne around the idea that I, or my internet connection, was kidnapped by aliens.

Well, in part it's true. The part about my internet connection. Disconnected on March 22 with promises of reconnection four days later turned into my provider not being able to get into my building without permission from my landlord turned into three and a half weeks of waiting around every few days for an installation that never happened. That is, until last Thursday, when wires and drill bits and heavy boots stomping up and down three flights of stairs MAGICALLY APPEARED and lo! I was blessed once more with the cybersaviour. Though going on what you hear about amnesia-induced probing by curious extra terrestrials, you never know. I did go a whole week before managing to pull myself together to collect enough words to make a post. Perhaps such a probe did occur and I subconsciously made terrifying Lacan-infected associations between the probe I can't remember and my dependence on the internet. Maybe my unconscious avoidance of updating this site was a projection of my secretly harboured fears of partial anonimity compounded by the glow of my laptop's screen which threatened to reopen repressed memories of greenish tubular implements. Maybe I've just been lazy.

While I don't want to denounce my own conspiracy theory just yet, it's much more likely that my internet-avoidance issues have had more to do with the fact we still had boxes in our living room up until last Friday (Good Friday, my birthday, hurrah!) and I was damned if anything was going to get in the way of my unpacking after Matthew came home with not one, but two bookcases. They are now full and we are looking for a third. My promise not to purchase any more books until June got dumped by the wayside on Tuesday when I came home with a stack of historical treaties and post-modern, German spy novels. They have since remained in a stack because of the lack of shelving space to store them.

In other news, I'm getting a kitten.