Yes, "from abracadabra to zombies" sums me up.
The second state followed a Friday nuit blanche working on a suddenly inspired episode of the LP and revamping this log. By around 4:30 am I decided it would be silly to go to bed when I might occupy the hours until sunrise by doing my accounts and drawing up a budget plan for the next few months.
The little that remains of my Anglican upbringing whispers "pain before pleasure". It would be unwise to rush to the iTMS again without having ensured I've got a practicable "cultural" budget allowance that's no business of the wretched bank.
Since then I've travelled round the world.
A rare attack of guilt seized me on overhauling the blogroll from top to bottom, since I've abandoned some of those "remarkable writers" for weeks, but everyone's there who should be. It's up to date, though three or four fell by the wayside.
Now the pope's definitely dead, there's a section of site about the religious and ethical issues raised by the seemingly interminable departure at Blogcritics, where they've kept me on as a contributor though I've written none in ages.
After my outburst at the "obscenity" of it, worsened by headlines about "agony" in several French weekend papers, I commend Sam Vaknin for a very thoughtful entry there about 'Euthanasia and the Right to Die', in which he gives us a brief historical perspective before tackling many of the moral and medical debates. For me, a person's right to die under many circumstances is inalienable, but Sam is good at tacking the "slippery slope" questions before observing that:
"Anti-euthanasia ethicists fear that allowing one kind of euthanasia - even under the strictest and explicit conditions - will open the floodgates. The value of life will be depreciated and made subordinate to considerations of economic efficacy and personal convenience. Murders, disguised as acts of euthanasia, will proliferate and none of us will be safe once we reach old age or become disabled.
"Years of legally sanctioned euthanasia in the Netherlands, parts of Australia, and a state or two in the United States tend to fly in the face of such fears. Doctors did not regard these shifts in public opinion and legislative climate as a blanket license to kill their charges. Family members proved to be far less bloodthirsty and avaricious than feared."
The opening A-Z came from 'A Collection of Strange Beliefs, Amusing Deceptions and Dangerous Delusions,' or succinctly Skepdic, which I fell upon deviously after checking the Fembat's new bloghome, to learn that she too has had fun with bankers.
 Perhaps feelings I occasionally have about the right of bankers to live are best kept to myself. French and other consumer magazines have shown me there's no point in discharging my debit from one bank and taking it to another, since they're all thieves. It's just the con scam that varies.
My new arrangement with the IMF ensures that my payments are checked instantaneously and turned down if the System disapproves. That's OK, since the notion of "iCopulation™" might have been an intriguing one, enabling me to share perhaps more than one should.
If I believed it.
"Features of [that coupling device] include:
- Works with any second generation iPod® or later with a dock connector
(will not work with the iPod Shuffle®)
- Transfer audio tracks and files directly, faster than real time
- Includes one 1.62 volt watch battery for up to 8 months of sustained iCopulation™
- Support for single track and album transfer, entire playlist transfer, or transfer of all songs and files on the device
- Unique, ribbed, Latex sleeve surrounding embedded electronics for enhanced iPod® safety and increased user comfort
- Includes one 8oz tube of non-toxic strawberry scented iLube™"
Price: 69.69, currency unspecified.
The rest of the nonsense is to be enjoyed at 'ThinkGeek'.
Me, I've been remembering my rusty HTML, relieved that most people were slumbering while the clutter before your appalled eyes was even worse than it is now the log has seen all the changes it will in a while.
The mail, good people, I deal with later today, before having some more fun at the iTMS in search of striking VoW noises and perusing a few more places in the list on the left.
 The abracadabra work here complete, I imagine you'll find me frowned on soon in the Skeptic's Dictionary on the strength of utterings in the new "long shorthand" set of "Nick-isms" and abbreviations I'll no longer be spelling out every time I refer to ongoing projects finally shown the light of day.
This list further clutters the house, I know, but will be given less prominence once those interested in the screenplay and the music are used to the shorthand.
Otherwise, however, I've completed stuff behind the scenes to try to ensure this log loads faster, unless there are glitches with things like the blogroll and Amazon servers.
The woman here is the Feist, now a fellow Parisian, who came up with the current song lines pinched for one of the easier navigation links. Mentioned before, this great artist has given many gigs of late, but hasn't yet come out with a second album since 'Let It Die' (no euthanasia at issue). When she does ... well, what I'll do must be obvious by now.
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