Eastern Addends

My AdSense problem is driving me to distraction, not because I was breaking even, or as yet had much hope of moving to a media outlet, but this was an investment I had made in my own abilities, after twenty plus years of publishing, and now it seems I have fallen into a bewildering hole, one that probably has a simple solution. I tried the AdSense community support in April, before LiveJournal Russia took it upon themselves to strip their paid users, and the respondent simply wrote what the AdSense FAQ already says about generated code. Benjamin has not returned my call, and the reason he lashed out at me, the ugly thing I wrote that pissed him off, was that when I was finally driven into another home, he did not have to visit me, since my family support amounts to a flush in the toilet; this is what set him off; he is not the best candidate to assist.

Over my huge Trader Joe's Angus beef burger, which either furthered the hypothetical occlusion but made me feel anchored, back to myself, which flagged the thought that perhaps I needed the fat and the protein, I thought of the investment in time and money it would take for me to try Drexel University's computer center. My cousin and his wife work in accounts, and I've been on campus before, not to any great impression. I cannot work this angle any futher this evening, but made one post for help @ LiveJournal itself. They owe me.



Petals From The Sky does contain interesting undercurrents about physical vulnerability and humiliation. There is a mutilated nun who has a tie to the narrator, other signs that our carcasses are fragile vessels, but dressed with that intangible Asian third world texture-- I will have to finish the book of course.

My troubled assignment, procured after four years of horror from climbing up out of Presby's incompetence with refacing the building--one resident died during this hell, and I was injured and nearly killed and Vinne got lost and Joey's medical issues started at this epicenter. What did all my love gain me?-- This troubled assignment is still waiting for my regeneration or abandon. I will give it one more turn with the publication, and after that maybe it will get buried, or undergo transformation, but have avoided returning to it, diverted myself back to my poetry, even though I am virtually off the small press radar, and chipped away at a alternate feline fantasy I do wish to finish. I have seen Flatliners a million times, and The Offence twice, but reviewing will assist as I attempt to ease back in, here on Blogger, onto my constructs.

Solving the annoying application issue would help, and if I knew how to find him I'd guilt my married lover to fix this for me, but I am not Sherlock Holmes, and do not need a potential conflict with his wife if I searched FB.