Pink Floyd, More 1969
Madison, our a. versicolor tarantula, is dead. Sigh. As I reported with Sofia's death, when tarantulas molt, it is a very stressful process and it seems that with Madison something went dreadfully wrong. From the outlook of it, she looked gorgeous, it seemed everything molted perfectly and all of the important parts appeared to be intact. Then, she died 2 days later. Poof! So, now I am in the market for TWO new tarantulas. I have said that I will never get another tarantula such as Sofia, there was only one Sofia, after all. However, I would LOVE to have another of Madison. For all of her flightiness, Madison was simply beautiful. So, I am on the search for another a. versicolor and am hoping to snag a GreenBottle Blue as well.
In related news, I must now hunt down an alternative centerpiece for our table for Arun's Halloween party. Trust me, Gentle Reader, when you are a tarantula owner, you put them to good use during the month of October.
Something else skittered over the Rainbow Bridge last week. On Friday, I gave my 30 day notice to BlogHer that I wanted to withdraw from their ad network.
Damn, I wish I could write some raging, heartfelt diatribe mocking the consumerist culture that exists. How my Moral sherpa and I hiked our way to higher ground. How I "sold out" to The Man and regretted it. How BlogHer, that Big Baddie who so many love to rail against was Evil Incarnate and I had to escape her wily clutches. How Liz's post regarding Mom Central's recent romp in the bed of the Corn Refiners Association made me look deep into the recesses of my own hypocrisies. How the $5 per Tweet program that BlogHer offered recently made me see red, instead of green. How the lovely anathematized pariah, Anna Viehle, finally convinced me that my trust capital was worth something.
The truth? Is actually quite pedestrian. In fact, the theme for this entire post, this entire blog is Boredom With a Capital B. I am not sure what I want here, I have no idea what I want to write. I simply realized that I must unfetter myself from the financial aspect of it while I figure it all out and determine how I can stop boring myself with this place.
Listen, I would be lying if I did not admit that all of the recent events surrounding the whole "blog for hire" issue did not get me to thinking. However, in reality, those posts did not directly involve me because no one is exactly knocking down my door, shoving dollar bills in my face faster than a group of frat guys at a bachelor party. It is actually quite simple to cut loose n' run when there so few clams at stake. I cannot declare otherwise and this is precisely why I am not proclaiming that I have grown a new set of scruples.
What does all of this really mean? Not much. I will keep things the same - posting randomly about the mundane drivel that comprises my life. Any products I receive for free, for purposes of review, will continue to go on my review blog, Queen of the Free Bees. Obviously, I can "never say never" and hell yes, if something huge came along, I would sell out faster than you can say "cheap whore". Realistically, that is not going to happen.
In the meantime, pardon the mess.