I’ve been having some trouble with WordPress. I don’t know how much is the blog app or whether my competer and browser have simply gotten too old.
Well, I’ll try typing blind.
IT was a full moon.
And this is what happened:
And finally this:
Fortunately, it was not my apartment that burned, but an upstairs unit.
I was a temporary refugee. Building is still a mess and many of the tenants have relocated. But I’m staying put. I just hate to move.
Nothing special, really. Just a walk in the park. And the cemetery.
Time to clean house, update files, unclutter the computer, restore order. Do the dishes. Put away the laundry. Purge that hulking pile of paper and crap.
This kind of goes hand-in-hand with the recent miniburst of activity on the blog and so forth.
Been living a pretty slothful life for the last, oh, I dunno, year or so.
Time for control + alt + delete 2.0. Maybe defrag the hard drive and purge some files. Figuratively and literally.
Who knows? Maybe a change of scenery would do me good.
That’s all for now.
You whiney cry babies. How many of you voted? How many of you DID NOT vote? Because if you did not vote, you have YOURSELF to blame. Yes, you, you lazy-ass, do-nothing whiner.
Piss and moan all you want, but inaction made the difference in this election. Couldn’t be bothered to take a few minutes to register to vote? Or maybe you registered but couldn’t be bothered enough to take a few minutes out of your oh-so-hectic schedule to vote? Really?
I inconvenienced myself for, oh, maybe 15 minutes on Election Day. Could have spent a half-hour in line voting early at the Board of Elections. Point is, I went to all that trouble to make myself heard where it counts. Facebook doesn’t count. Bumper stickers don’t count. Votes count.
How about you?
Chances are the ones I want to reach with this shame will never see this because you’re far too busy doing whatever you waste your time with.
Point lost on the pointless.
Well, what government we get we deserve.
Thanks a lot.