Garoo

It’s summer holiday, they say. I don’t know personally, because holidays don’t mean much to me, but I hear about it, and I figure, hey, why not try it out, for once? (Well, honestly, I doubt I’ll like it, because it’s all tied to the ‘work’ concept, and… you know.)

So, if everything works out as planned (like that could happen), I’ll spend most of August in Bordeaux. Since I don’t know yet on what day I’m leaving, it’s too early to set up a date with a pretty reader in the train’s restroom, but I’m definitely waiting to receive illustrated proposals from cute, young, bordelais men.

But there’s something much more important than finding people to have sex (I’ll look for that on the spot) or a drink (I’ll loo… uh, no, I guess I won’t, I’m not the social kind) with: television. I may not be writing detailed reviews of all the TV shows I watch, but I still spend my time watching them — and posting verb-less one-liners in my minilog (without even specifying episode references, so it’s pretty useless if you’re not following French broadcasting schedules).

The thing is, I’m not going to carry my satellite dish all the way to Bordeaux, so I desperately need help from my readers — and I’m quite aware that I should never rely on them, but one can always dream. I can definitely miss the rest of the dull adaptation of Armistead Maupin’s Tales of the City, and I could be content with reading Queer as Folk episode summaries just to stay aware of what happens, but I really would mind missing The L Word, the one and only show currently on air that I find clever and well-written enough.

As for the rest, I should have broadband (with additional ifs), so I’ll be able to remind you every once in a while that I’m still alive (at least enough to tell you the time I woke up each day in the minilog, hopefully followed with a series of diamonds quote marks), but I sure hope not to spend my whole days online — wouldn’t be much of a vacation if I did. And I’m only taking McGill with me (oh how I’ll miss my iMac…), so I won’t be posting pictures from Bordeaux for lack of Photoshop, and I’ll only be able to take pictures and bring them back from there if I buy a USB hard drive and it works (so many ifs… no wonder I’m stressed out), because the internal drive has no room for storing them (I had thought of uploading them to Flickr, but not of storing them on the garoo.net server — thanks to Michael for the suggestion).

And that’s all for today. We’ll now be taking questions from the gentlemen of the press.

Shit, have you seen how long this post was? Oh wait, you probably didn’t read it anyway.