At some point yesterday - nearly five days later than planned - and now with most of the holiday gone when I might have stage managed the migration smoothly and expertly - “The” blog has appeared at the place it should have appeared several days ago.
I’m using a capitalised “The” in the same way those with religious faith do - to establish some sort of invented importance in something that doesn’t actually exist. Yes - you’re reading these words on the internet, but what are they really? The words are nothing more than a series of microscopic magnetic deviations inside a piece of electrically powered hardware deep within an internet connected storage facility somewhere aboard the ball of mud we hurtle through space on.
“The” blog should have arrived smoothly, and with little fuss - with a nice notice going out across the social networks, and a calm transition plan ticking through like clockwork. Instead it stumbled, cut both its knees, cried for quite some time, then realised nobody was taking any notice of it, so quietly got up in search of anybody else that might hear it’s sob story (you’re reading it right now).
If you made it this far through this epic mis-direction of a blog post, well done indeed.
The TLDR version - Ghost has joined the party at last.
The blog to end all blogs I stood up about six months ago, before quietly shuttering it in a fit of “why am I doing ANY of this?” has been resurrected, and has essentially become the “source of all things” (except it’s not, because I have at least two or three backups elsewhere of all of my blog posts). The source of all things you can find, perhaps.
Anyway.
You can now read my idiotic words at any of the following locations:
◦ Ghost ~ https://recursivewords.com
◦ Wordpress ~ https://recursivewords.blog
◦ Tumblr ~ https://recursive-words.tumblr.com
◦ Substack ~ https://recursivewords.substack.com
They all harbour the same stuff, so it doesn’t really matter where you subscribe, add, friend, follow, or whatever it is you do at each place. Pick your favourite. I’ve taken the liberty of transferring the email subscriptions from Substack over to Ghost for now, because that stops the other platforms claiming you as their own and spamming you to death with offers of a better life in return for joining their Soylent Green sausage machines.
I think I’ve covered this quite enough now. I was going to make the common analogy about the flogging of a certain equine species, but that will probably cause PETA to come after me these days.
Back in the real world, I’m staring down the barrel of the last day of my staycation (if you don’t count the weekend). For the last two days I’ve been fighting a running battle with the weather - I suspect somebody, somewhere is watching me hang washing out, poised with their fingers on the rain switch. Every time I put anything on the line, the sky clouds-up like an alien invasion is happening. Or at least a Steven Spielberg alien invasion. Have you ever noticed how that always happens in his movies? The cloud thing?
While on the subject, it turns out Spielberg is working on a follow-up of sorts to Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Its working title (which has changed several times) is “Disclosure”. The conspiracy theory nutcases are already claiming that the movie might feature a real UFO. Where do they even dream this stuff up from? Of course this is where I eat humble pie in 18 months time, when they let on that the little green guy with almond shaped eyes in “Paul” was real.
I loved the movie “Paul” (if you’ve not seen it, you’ve missed out - go see it!). I’ve never known a movie so lovingly and gently mock so many beliefs, faiths, conspiracy theories, history books, and movies in the space of an hour and a half.
The Agent Zoil joke still makes me eye-roll now.
Oh - before I forget - we watched “Margin Call” last night - a thriller loosely based on the sub-prime banking disaster of the late 2000s. I had not heard of it before it started turning up in various internet feeds in recent days. It stars Jeremy Irons, Demi Moore, Kevin Spacey, Zachary Quinto, Stanley Tucci, and more. It was like watching a car-crash unfolding in slow motion, with the best character actors imaginable.
(several minutes pass while a succession of phone calls happen)
I had been planning to get take-away for everybody, but half the household have organised pizza for themselves from the supermarket already. Their loss, I suppose.
Tomorrow morning I’m setting off bright and early into the city to meet a friend that’s visiting from America for a few days. It’s going to be fun. I imagine jet lag will have hit them like a truck by tomorrow. I won’t laugh, honest.
My god. I just read back through this head-emptying deluge. I’ve never seen so many changes of subject in a blog post. Maybe this is what I should have been doing all along - just spurting out random subjects like Trump does - changing direction mid-sentence. Maybe I should practice the accordion hand-movements too? It always amuses me - as soon as you see the hands start moving, you know the top-tier made-up stuff is coming.
Moment of the week - catching a clip of Jimmy Carr doing stand-up in front of a US audience, where somebody asked him which is more woke - the US or UK. He paused for a moment, and asked if they had seen the new show starring the guy that used to be on “The Apprentice”… it’s a pretty popular show - it’s called “The News”…