Meanwhile, back at the ranch...

[robling_t]

According to LiveJournal, this is entry number 1,000 in this running examination of Exactly How Boring My Life Really Is. This is assuming we're not counting the fictional output of late, which is plugging away past 200 posts in its own right, or that one lonely DreamWidth entry that managed to get picked up on MetaFandom and promptly lost in the middle of an unrelated kerfuffle, or the thirteen tweets I have managed to chirp out despite swearing I was only meaning to use it to watch other people's microblogged flailings, or the random mumbling on a Facebook I signed up for to keep track of the young'n's in one of my knitting groups... So, I suppose you're expecting some profound distillation of the wisdom of the ages here, and indeed, I've been giving the notion much thought these past few weeks as I noticed the counter ticking upwards, but really, the only coherent thought I can manage right now is, dude, all this technology and I'm using it to get around the fact that I live in a backwater country that won't give me the Hot Boys Kissing fast enough, and is it tomorrow night in that timezone yet? Bah. I think I fail at being an internet crank.