How big and lengthy can the headline of this day be to properly convey today's events?

Michael Jackson is DEAD. Farrah Fawcett is DEAD. Jackson, cardiac arrest, 50. Fawcett, cancer, 62. Jackson's a SHOCKER similar to Princess Diana's. Fawcett's expected. Jackson's TOTALLY overshadowing Fawcett's. For about 5 hours, I guess, Fawcett was Today's Lead. Then Jackson shot that to hell. Poor Farrah...and i'm not remotely being glib.

All this on a day when *I* walked for 90 minutes, then did 4.5 hours of grueling yardwork...and was totally away from any computer or TV until after 6pm. There's some irony in that...along with today YET again proving the endless FEAST OR FAMINE theme of my life. To cap it all off, Mr. BKT sends an email that he'll be in town next week! Which will come right after my 2nd trip to CT in a month...which will come right after beloved relatives from Indiana visit tomorrow. Feast. Or. Famine.

So, yeah, it's 3:11am, i'm bloody exhausted (and filthy) and am just kinda processing all that transpired today. It's heartbreaking about Farrah. It's...not so sure WHAT...about Jackson. ALL of it SURREAL. June 25, 2009. We HAVE our Defining Summer '09 Moment! Or is it just the beginning?

Happy SUMMER '09 from an internet whore!

SUMMER officially arrived at 1:45am Monday, and with it comes my usual List of Things to Accomplish. I checked off one already tonight. I'm admitting here first...exclusively...that I succumbed to the irritating rage that is Twitter. !?!?!? So I now have the self-absorbed trifecta of this blog, Facebook and Twitter...each with its own Shade of Gary. Can you stand it?!

ACTUALLY, if i'm really being honest, I joined on a totally bogus, fake name on April 23rd (yes, I looked it up to confirm) just to check out what all the fuss was about. I've since both cemented my opinion that a lot of it is indeed idiocy, while realizing that there ARE ways in which it can be useful. All in how you use it...like anything, really. Oh, and how spooky/odd/cool is it that I made my "real" account EXACTLY 2 months later? Gary LOVES symmetry!

So today I woke up determined to create an account using my FULL REAL NAME. And I did. I currently have zero followers, nor am I following anyone. HA! Hours later, I'm still debating the crucial First Follow. The thing is, the REAL reason I had in mind for creating this account was simply to "copyright" my name. May sound paranoid or crazy or arrogant or whatever, but I wanted to feel secure that MY name was MINE in Twitville, whether i'm Joe Nobody...or eventually fulfill my goal of being a BOLD PRINT celeb of some caliber. I didn't want anyone else "squatting" my name, which is especially easy to do it Twatville. My name's not remotely common, so I wasn't really concerned about a legitimate same-named fellow deciding to twat, but in that case, too...better safe than sorry. So i'm being proactive and savvy.

And I really DO wanna accomplish things with Twitter. JUST not sure how yet. In fact, I'll very likely do most of my "manipulating" of it under a THIRD screen name. We'll see. SO many deliciously wicked options!

It's so VERY hard to write "hey"

Dipshit curiously left a note on Thursday before he left for a very extended weekend. He asked that I leave my "current email address." He'll probably be back tomorrow, so I figured late tonight would be a good time to finally email him. But WHY must I email him? He reciprocated by leaving his cell number...though it's already in my phonebook, but NOT programmed into my phone, a decision I long ago made; I couldn't bear to see his name come up on my phone in any manner.

But it's all odd to me. I don't trust it. I feel like he's plotting some Big Announcement via email. OR that he'll start bombarding me with DUMBASS requests like he used to via IM..."can you defrost my chicken?" I don't EVER wanna see his name in my inbox. I even pondered creating a new dummy account over the weekend JUST to give him...which I'd never look at. UGH, I just don't like this. I guess I should be happy that he didn't ask me for my cellphone number.

ANYWAY...it was just funny to me how long I labored over this simple email. I didn't wanna remotely be conversational or show the slightest interest in his life. But I didn't wanna be so curt as to JUST write something in the subject line, with no message. At first, I put "hey" in the subject line, but then I thought writing "this is my email" in the message would be obvious and redundant. SO...I just wrote "this is my email" in the subject line, followed by "hey, see ya soon, G" in the message. Done. Bracing for impact. Can't BELIEVE I just wrote a blog on this inane subject.

June 1 just doesn't feel like it used to

And I don't even mean the fact that it was down to like 50 degrees this morning. Is it just getting older? I presume it is. Even though today was a MUCH needed restful one, and I was wildly productive, I felt a bit tired & off all day. And an Air France plane with more than 200 people on it disappeared into the Atlantic last night...the news of this breaking all day today, adding to the non-euphoria of The First Day of June that only seems to exist in my memory. Well, it's 1am now...gonna get to bed "early" and hope tomorrow's a peppier one. No matter how today went, it IS June. JUNE. Wow.