Ah, this is so much more pleasant. A mere twenty hours took the nights from sweat-inducing to sweater-suggesting. I could get used to this, but since it is only early July, I doubt that I'll get the chance. But there is certainly an allure to summer nights with a bit of chill in them. They sharpen the senses and clear the cobwebs from the mind.
It must be hot wherever the people operating Comcast Cable are, (note the clever segue) because they show strong evidence of still having cobwebs in their brains. They are switching all the channels around tonight, and much chaos has ensued. At one point, I saw on one channel someone who looked like David Duchovny walking through a dim, disturbing corridor with graffiti-covered walls, while a cheery-voiced narrator was saying something like in the hallway, Judy chose a pale green color with yellow accents to open up and brighten the narrow space. Then the scene changed, and I realized that it was David Duchovny, and the cable company had mixed the video from a channel showing The X Files with the audio from a Home and Garden channel house makeover show. I was hoping they'd slip up and let some porn through, but it never happened. Then the digital channels quit working altogether, so I quit watching.
I renewed my LJ paid account the other day, a month early, to take advantage of the special deal offering two extra months, so now my account doesn't expire until the middle of October, 2005. That's well beyond Sluggo's life expectancy, but what the hell. Maybe I will actually get around to replacing him soon. And maybe I'll get around to buying a rename token to make sure that people won't be confusing me with flyingblind. If I'd been thinking, I'd have grabbed both names when I started this journal, back in the days when there were only 210,000 of us. In fact, the thought has been in my mind (especially since I found out that there is a flying_blind at DeadJournal) that I ought to go to the various LJ clone sites and grab up my future LJ user name at all of them, just to forestall any potential confusion. It would be goatloads of trouble, though, and a serious breach of my tradition of procrastination, not to mention a terrible strain on poor Sluggo. Besides, it would take away from the limited time I have available for posting here. Eh. I probably won't bother.
Speaking of Sluggo, despite the cooler night he's probably nearing his digital wit's end, so I'd better post before he crashes. Then I'll go out and watch half moon rise above the pines and enjoy the cool breezes while they last.