I’ll keep it short. I still have cleaning to do. And work tomorrow. Tuesdays that feel like Mondays are the ultimate festival of suck. So much so that they deserve a banner:

Again, some days are just a festival of suck. Tuesdays after a three-day weekend fit the bill. Also, days that are full of meetings and which leave me with 30 minutes to reply to all email. Also, days when I’m running on less than optimal sleep. And the first day back after being out on vacation.

Back to the Flickr obsession. Yes. I find myself checking my Flickr photostream several times a day (or an hour) to see how many views my photostream and individual images have had, and to look at my stats graph to see if I’ve come anywhere near my all-time high of 62 views in one day.

I know there are people who get a LOT more. I know it. But that’s a number I was very proud of. As much as I was proud of yesterday’s 53 views. Today’s count of 13 left me feeling a little low. And the fact that I’m experiencing an emotional correlation to that graph is a bit pathetic. Submitted for your approval, my Flickr stats graph which pretty much corresponds with my emotional state over the last week:

Sing it with me, “Rollercoaster… of mumble*… rollercoaster! Woo-hoo-hoo!”  (* because “love” doesn’t quite work here…)

Yes, I’m spending far too much time looking at pictures, tagging them, titling them, digitally enhancing them with Photoshop and Picnik (a fairly snazzy free web-based photo editing app - they partner with Flickr) to play up textures, colors, etc. I’m spending time doing that. Time I should be spending cleaning, running on the treadmill, etc.

Though, truth be told, I HAVE been doing a lot of cleaning, and I have been getting a lot of reading done to prepare for the labor assistant duty coming up soon. And the time I’ve had has been at odd hours not well-suited to going running. Excuses, excuses, but they’re valid for the time being.

Tonight, I am calling it. I’m closing the Flickr browser window. And Google Reader. And then this one. Then iTunes will be closed. And I’ll shut down the computer. Off. All the way. No more until tomorrow night. Discipline, bitches. That’s what I have to practice.

My friend Sara wrote a review of Siren Festival and it’s up on PopMatters, with a little gallery of my photos from Siren. For which I got a photo credit! It’s very exciting. We were emailing about it way early this morning and it started my day off juuuuust right.

It’s especially nice because it’s Sara’s piece and I like it. She’s able to write about music without sounding like a 12-year with a crappy thesaurus (which is my impression of my ability to write reviews of just about anything…)

I just realized that might sound like a back-handed compliment. The point is that I like her writing style. She wrote another piece reviewing the Grand Archives playing at Johnny Brenda’s in Philly (where she tells me I must go sometime to see a show - and I intend to. It’s just a matter of finding a friggin’ weekend where I’m not scrambling to play catch-up with the stuff I didn’t get to do during the week. Ugh!). Sara and her friend Kaleb also have a great blog — ASYNDETON — on Tumblr (link also on my blogroll).

It’s a great name for a blog.

Why?

Because.

Here’s a definition of asyndeton: “a stylistic scheme in which conjunctions are deliberately omitted from a series of related clauses. Examples are veni, vidi, vici and its English translation ‘I came, I saw, I conquered.’ Its use can have the effect of speeding up the rhythm of a passage and making a single idea more memorable.”

And reading that phrase brings this song to mind. It’s absolutely grown on me. I like to turn this shiz up in the car and drive around like a moron, slapping my hand back and forth on the steering wheel.

Veni Vidi Vici -Black Lips