So my smartphone (which I love and has revolutionized my life, o generous draconic donor <3 ) just went "bloomp."

And as a former and still occasional gynoid myself, I love it when things go bloomp. But I looked at my notifications and there was absolutely nothing. And that's vaguely frustrating.

And now I'm sitting here pondering what a good metaphor that is for my mood this year: a constant, distracting, annoying alert with no semiotic value and zero actionable content.

There is no information. There is no problem except for the ambient ones that are just built into the operating system (and the needs of 21st-century capitalism to have constant access to my attention span). And there is nothing to be done about it. There is just the Bloomp. Every so often, my brain just has to take a Bloomp and like it.

I feel like every single day of my life has become that bloomp. It's like that Don DeLillo novel* about the Airborne Toxic Event, where nobody knows what it is and it may not even exist but everybody is absolutely terrified of whatever it is.

(*"White Noise," it's such a stereotypical White Guy With An MFA Novel but it's such a classic po-mo paranoia novel if you can get past the Hitler jokes and the daddy issues. >_>; )