Bots may go where they wish, but the people here are all going to be chasing Justin across the countryside this summer asbestos they can.

This morning, I had an epiphany: We made it through winter! The sky was glorious blue, sunlight was on all the lovely young leaves, and it was for all intents and purposes summer. Where have I been? Oh, I whined all over this board, but there was much good going on, too. As I said, Justin put me out of my misery, and never fails to do so. The next mission is mustering the gumption to ask for time off in August.

The boss still won't tell me if or when or how long he wants to have my chauffeur services for his class reunion. That's OK. Justin tickets make great scrap paper. I'm glad to support the music even if I can't go. So there.

Oh, and plan to see as many Justin shows as possible.

It's overcast today, and The EVO! and I had errands on the other side of town, away from the hood we've been walking to avoid ticks. It's a nice neighborhood, an old-wealth place. The houses aren't built in the over-articulated 21st-century modular style of the new-wealth housing. They look like they were built to last another 100 years. A lot of the homes are for sale, which to me is a sad trend.

One I liked enough to look it up online. It has a large, rugged, sandstone masonry finish that captures the light very well. It is large, like a mini-castle. It's not ta bunch of faux after thoughts, nor is it a theme and variation on the salt box. It all hangs together well. The windows are mostly are colonial-grid, with a broad arch motif. The grounds are small for a house that size, but they offer a nice combination of light and screening. My only complaint from the outside is a new telecommunications tower looms over the trees like Godzilla approaching.

So, I looked the house up on the web, and would you believe - the spiral staircase has a black wrought-iron rail, reminiscent of that at 'Live at the Capitol Theatre.' Then, I saw the home had a minstrel's gallery and a grand piano. It had no cauliflower. I looked to see if there was a fireplace in which one could have parties, and I forgot to look for all that other stuff.

I'm still trying to find a nice song about obsession. This one is good, but again, it implies there is something going on outside of my mind, which would be cruel. I present it for the segments that resonate:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKuqaZ0DQtk

Is "Every Breath You Take" about obsession or all-out stalking? Really, an awful lot of popular songs carry at least a nuanced obsession motif. When you can't get the one you're aiming your lusts at, but won't give up trying, is that not obsessive? When you're happy the unrequiting object of your lusts, or the one who caused the unrequiting to happen, gets comeuppance, is that not obsessive? When you find yourself writing about a lost romantic opportunity from ten or twenty years ago, is that not obsessive? All a matter of degree, I suppose.

And on another topic from above, does buying tickets for concerts you may not be able to attend actually support the performer, or just guarantee some empty seats that people who paid to sit farther back will claim squatter's rights on? I don't think the performers check to see whose credit cards were used to buy admissions. I say skip those shows out of town and save for retirement or emergencies. Maybe that's because the performers don't expect me to be there though.

I think you should do what you wish to do, leslee. No judgements here.

I just don't understand why. You are expending a lot of energy for something that has no reason to it, except pure pleasure.

We all deserve pleasure as we can afford it however, so again ... no judgements.

I'm contemplating wrapping my head in vinegar and brown paper. There must be a way to become more compassionate.