don’t watch it often enough, that zany MTV program–Boiling
Points–in which unsuspecting victims are taunted (in front of a hidden
camera) by actors whose idiocy is meant to induce fits of rage–spitting,
fuming, cursing rage. If the victim clings to
rationality/patience/kindness long enough, s.he wins a hundred bucks. I
think that’s how it goes, anyway. Every once in a while I imagine I must
be on the program, like somebody’s trying to frustrate me and taping the whole
On TV lots of folks lose at the game; they rupture temperamentally, letting
loose the accumulating vitriol, venting. I like to believe I could win the
prize money, that I could sweat through twenty minutes of somebody’s bull-crap
antics instigating me to fury. It’s that little hopeful half-lie I tell
myself when I’m particularly short-tempered. Sometimes I’m great at
refraining, breathing deeply, etc.; other times, less so.
Take today for example. I’ll leave the personal/family factors aside
(they’re just small pinches, fast-fading stings–all for which I’m thinking of
M.’s twist-tie technique or
this). A whole bunch of day-ruining crap-o-la starts caking up.
Now I’m going to have to switch into a certain necessary fuzziness–a cryptic
gloss to cover the trails of this certain set of irritations.
One has to do with systematically broken links. Um…links matter?
No. two: content locking. Here, in MD5 format, is what I think about
locking: 52FB604B42D39836C4A2179A73CF2A82. And that’s putting it nicely.
Unconditional locking (imho)=distrust.
Three: Customer service phone trees with
ten-thousand-forked branches. And! at the end of the last branch.
Leave a message.
4.1. A "solution": When dealing with locked content, delete it, then add a new
module and paste in the edited contents.
Me? I’m trying to keep it together, practice my own little satyagraha
of the everyday variety. Voice inside is telling I probably should lay off
with this before I wind up getting reprimanded for being vaguely critical.
It’s just that I’m almost certain somebody’s going to reveal the whole gag any
time now, pull out a hundred bucks, and make my day bright again. Any
Meanwhile, I should go back to writing entries on genre theory.