i'm upset and it's a tempest in a thimble but still it's my thimble my little thimble of art oh my heart i left my memory card out and now can't recall how i transferred images from the internal memory into my puter and i had pix of the unruly pointers but oh does it really matter and that now when i put pictures in the puter it remembers two todays, there's not just one. two. how can that be you say. is it puter anarchy? i am not in control of my enterprise, kids. so i always have to look for today's pix in the other today. 
so what you say. people are getting carjacked, fracked, unhomed, bombed and generally fucked over. yeah yeah i get it ok. 
so the pointers are back and unruly. they went with the other half of divorce and i'm reminded of when i was a kid and we came back from dad's with fucking haircuts and attitudes, poor mom. i thought at first well they're just being pointers that's what people say, though they were crazy frazzled like divorce. i know anarchy and i hate arbitrary rules and power and control and all but hello how about a little cooperation! oh the dogs of anarchy, just like people they got to learn to be free responsibly. i feel like a dazed shepherd.