Valley of the Trolley Dollies

Jesus, how gay is my artist quilt (It’s the nice moving picture thingy at the bottom of the sidebar)?

I got it from Last.fm, and if you haven’t registered there yet, I strongly suggest you go, take a look and get registered. The site keeps track of the music you’re playing on your pc (and, supposedly, on your iPod too; although the collection of my iPod data - supposedly automatic on synching - has been sketchy of late. But we’re working on it), and generates a profile based on your most frequently played artists, tracks, genres etc.

The idea is that you can then be introduced to other users whose musical tastes match yours. We’ll come back to that. Oh, f— it, we’ll deal with it here and now.

Other people who share my musical tastes to the degree that I do, frighten me. Actually, quite frankly, they terrify me. I tend to be drawn to certain artists who acquire what can only be termed stalky fans (Not necessarily the same thing as cult artists. I mean, Emma Bunton? If she was a cult, she’d be the Salvation Army).

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Half of they telephoned me Monday, whilst driving to his mother’s. We had a long and very sweet conversation about how I’d made the right decision, and the fact that the world seemed to have accepted it with a shrug was not something to even waste time on.

Then He mailed me re yesterday’s post:

“Ah, the anti-climax. I hear ya. Scroll back on byu and read my last day at Brand This! All upward and onward now. And keep this in mind for the future — it’s never as important to them as it is to you.”

Totally right, of course. For me, this is a potentially life-changing move. It’s something I’ve simultaneously fantasised and feared for some time. For them, it’s just another Monday / Tuesday with just another mini-crisis to resolve.

But I’m not an ego-maniac. No, really. Yes, I know I have a blog, but…

OK, so maybe I am an ego-maniac (I mean - duh - I have a blog), but I never, for an instant, believed that the world would stop turning, that the company would stagger backwards in a collective swoon of shock. There’ve been too many high level resignations this year for it to really be anything other than a half-expected event.

Still, it was a little disconcerting to feel so suddenly irrelevant. To them.

However, last night D booked the tickets to NY for our weekend of fun and loveliness. I’m booking my trip back home to see my parents. I’m arranging my diary for the next 6 weeks, and, all in all, I’ve decided to make this the last post about the chaos of where I am, and, as unca bobby said, start thinking of this as a beginning rather than an end. Consequently, it’s all gonna be about plans for the future, not ‘you won’t believe what they’ve done now,’ from here on in.

Apart from this post. Which is a bit ‘you won’t believe what they’ve done now.’ But funny. We hope.

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I quit. Yesterday. By email.

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