So to recap my life over the past few months...
Winter: I moved into a haunted, decaying mansion. The woman who owns it is a hoarder, of everything imaginable. The place was beautiful in a creepy way, but fucking filthy as shit. Living there had a negative impact on my health. Having the landlord in my life had a negative impact on my sanity.
Spring I continued to live a troubling but wonderfully cinematic and Discordian existence in the haunted house that the crazy lady owned, with the rich maniac Philadelphia roommate, and the quiet, intellectual, totally hip-to-the-weird Polish roommate. I begin making even more exciting video art, and doing lots of performance art with my dearest friend, retired NY club kid Anna Rexia. We dressed up as cocks and beat the shit out of each other. Around April, my home was condemned by the town of Sleepy Hollow and I found myself in a position of being homeless with 11 incubating duck eggs (variety pack) in my possession. I lived in Anna's tiny bedroom on a college campus for a while so that we could tend to the babies and prepare for motherhood. Of the 11, four hatched and survived. It was very wonderful.
Summer: This one is hard to describe. I have a place to live and I can afford to live there. I deleted my facebook and now no one remembers I exist, which is both a good and a bad thing. Anna went back to her fairy land home, and I was homeless for a long time. Summer did not allow for making art, so we'll consider the whole thing one long piece of performance art. Being homeless makes you tired. I began working seven days a week. I love my job. I am good at my job. My job is very hard. My job is making my heart beat fast. I have a lot to do, and no time to do it, because I'm working too much. I got some shitty-ish news regarding my health. I'm making good money on the side writing music for children. The amount of strangeness in my life is unending. I'm not unhappy- I'm just sleepy. But optimistic. 
I am queen mother vegetable.
My ducks are dead. I sent them with Anna when I could no longer keep them safe and warm. She sent them to a "hippie" commune. They didn't care for them correctly. Ming-ming was eaten by an animal. One ran away. The two others were eaten by the hippies. Performance over.
I'm not sure who got away, but I like to think it was Iris. I loved them all, but I just have a feeling it was Iris who got away.
I love you boos, be safe out there, by the glow of your iphones and computer screens. 
Hehe, I got a chuckle: I looked at my set and next to it, under the "You Might Also Like", your Blue set was right there.