Vortexia's Secret

i've kind of run out of creative titles. i should work on that. you know, with all my free time. the computer crazes intrigue me. seems like everyone thinks that they'll just be a fad and go away with time. and sometimes they're right. but i remember people not wanting to get email or IM because they figured that form of communication is just a fad and will die out as soon as they get an account. or people were hesitant to jump on board and then be accused of being a nerd. but of course email hasn't gone away. it's now a requirement. i guess all things fade with time though. i mean, the house phone seemed like a requisite back in the day, but now a lot of people (myself included) go without because a cell phone does the job. in some ways it's kind of fun. at the store they ask you for a home phone number that they can use to advertise with you and you just say oh i don't have a home phone. and let them wonder. of couse it gets trickier for things when they really do need a number because then people can solicit your cell phone. or do customer satisfaction surveys that "only take 20 minutes" but they don't realize that is valuable chatting time with a cell. so i have to explain it to them. and wow this has been a very long tangent, brought to you by the letters B and S.

so back to the other stuff. IM seems to be dying out a little in the mainstream. it's still huge about the college kids, but the rest of the population just uses it when they feel like it. some people abandon it or check it once a month or so. others get on while they're bored at work or home. but it isn't quite the craze it used to be. they claim that blogging is starting to die out, yet ironically this is the time when all the media gurus start hyping it up. whether it's people covering scandal, getting fired, or mentioning it in magazines, movies, tv shows, etc... they're just now admitting it's a big thing. but they may be hitting the tail end of it. or at least the educated tail end. because of the media celebrity, there may be a resurgence from those who want a blog just to be cool. in which case there will be a lot more flimsy blogs with horrible internet grammar... O gr8! i can't w8. yikes.

the biggest difference between them and me? when i log on and think i have nothing to talk about, i may not really know what's going to happen. but i do come out of it with a sizeable (and hopefully decently interesting) post.

ah yes, as far as last night went... i stayed frustrated with mayhem for the rest of the day. he called me about 10:30 with the big blowoff. this one is even worse than most. it's the mommy needs my help because nobody else is willing to help her blowoff. it's the moment when my mind starts saying you know that woman hates you. it's when i try to explain to him that if he's already helped and nobody else is willing to get off their asses to help, then they shouldn't be rewarded with getting to enjoy their evenings while you're punished by doing the work of 4 people. he set a precedent of being his mom's bitch slave labor. move the furniture! take 40 boxes out of the attic, rearrange them, and haul them back up again! get the groceries! i'm worried that no matter how far away from her we move, she will still hunt us down. i'm thinking we could move to canada and tear up her passport. that would at least allow us a few weeks. and he's promised and sworn up and down that he will break her hold on him before we get married. i won't marry him until he's proven that she won't have contact more than once a week. so we shall see. but anyway, after that i watched romy and michelle on TV and then talked to the boy a little on IM. i had a tough time at that moment with the death thing and so he talked to me for a little while on the phone. let me cry and comforted me. so at least by the end of the night we were back to good terms again. but now, i must write a final paper. one where i have no idea what to write. wish me luck!