Still on the Edge in Sumas

Back in Sumas again; spent most of the week in Seattle. Not for work, but for Mark's chemo...first session now over and done with. Mainly now its about bracing for an ever-weakening immune system.

The new additions on the Apocolypticop are working brilliantly. Lights on the front and top add a new aura of festivity. Lots of added interest from the public, or so it seems to me. Every time I think the artcar is done I find more stuff to screw on; no exception now, the "stuff" pile still grows.

Still hoping to get started on the van renovation soon...in between work-at-home duties for pay, and caring for Mark duties as assigned.

With Mark's illness on front burner, I seem to experience ever growing paranoia over most everything. Not just how the future will look, or even if I'll live in Sumas, or where...but about how I'm perceived, who really cares, what my point is/points are when I write about whatever...

For example a few days ago I sent out an email announcement about the Longhouse, and received no replies at all, except from a confused guy short on anger management skills out of Saskatchewan. My porn password program locked up his computer. There were a couple replies from some close friends and I guess that's enough.

That's a whole nuther topic for later...what is it about dirty pictures that makes people perfectly willing to step on you while pursuing their own selfish pleasure? Turns out most of the hits on this website are for the porno/dick shots. I guess I can live with that, but only if you at least try to access some of the other content here. If not, then you only fuck yourself.

Of course, the announcement was in fun. Of course I want to have more than just a dry, "come to the Longhouse" type of email message. Of course I had to incorporate a story, and some non-story related topics as well. Of course it was completely confusing and off-topic. I simply do not know or care how to treat a reader with due regard and respect when it comes to staying On Topic. So inevitably, it leads us to, "What does it Mean"? Which I have to reply with, "Beats the crap out of me, Baby."

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