Advanced Insanity for the Masses

December 4

2005-12-04T02:59:00.000-06:00

Watching the telly, I am reminded, repeatedly, of the onset of "Christmas".

I wonder when this celebration of the mythical Christ's birth became as perverted as it is today.

Take a break from watching "It's a Wonderful Life" or "Miracle on 34th Street", and read "The Gift of the Magi" by O. Henry.

It saddens me that people designate a specific time of year to pretend to care for each other.

To me...This whole thing is questionable.

Here's this virgin, VIRGIN who gives birth to a messiah.

I've seen her. She appeared on a grilled cheese sandwich. She seems to be comely enough. If I would have had her in my bed, she would not have been a virgin for ten minutes after I got her naked.

Jesus and I are having a snack later. He knows I'm just kidding about his Mom.

The Prophet

2005-11-23T01:00:00.000-06:00

On Death
Then Almitra spoke, saying, "We would ask now of Death."

And he said:

You would know the secret of death.

But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?

The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto the day cannot unveil the mystery of light.

If you would indeed behold the spirit of death, open your heart wide unto the body of life.

For life and death are one, even as the river and the sea are one.

In the depth of your hopes and desires lies your silent knowledge of the beyond;

And like seeds dreaming beneath the snow your heart dreams of spring.

Trust the dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

Your fear of death is but the trembling of the shepherd when he stands before the king whose hand is to be laid upon him in honour.

Is the shepherd not joyful beneath his trembling, that he shall wear the mark of the king?

Yet is he not more mindful of his trembling?

For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun?

And what is to cease breathing, but to free the breath from its restless tides, that it may rise and expand and seek God unencumbered?

Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.

And when you have reached the mountain top, then you shall begin to climb.

And when the earth shall claim your limbs, then shall you truly dance.

The Prophet

2005-11-23T00:56:00.000-06:00

On Love
Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."

And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:

When love beckons to you follow him,

Though his ways are hard and steep.

And when his wings enfold you yield to him,

Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

And when he speaks to you believe in him,

Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.

For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.

Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,

So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.

Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.

He threshes you to make you naked.

He sifts you to free you from your husks.

He grinds you to whiteness.

He kneads you until you are pliant;

And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.

All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.

But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,

Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,

Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.

Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;

For love is sufficient unto love.

When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, I am in the heart of God."

And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.

Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:

To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.

To know the pain of too much tenderness.

To be wounded by your own understanding of love;

And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;

To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;

To return home at eventide with gratitude;

And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.

Bullshit

2005-11-18T07:23:00.000-06:00

I haven't forgotten about this thing.

The truth is that this whole internet thing intimidates me.

I started this thing and then I thought I would abandon the 'net and retire to my books but my books do not speak to me.

I have read, I think, all that Thoreau had to say about things, but he does not speak to me.
I am impressed with Hesse and Nietzsche. "Thus Spoke Zarsthrustra"

Zarathrustra does not speak to me.

Yes, yes, I could go on and on about people who have influenced me, and I will...as soon as I sober up.

Don't hold your breath.

Well, well.

2005-04-03T22:54:00.000-05:00

Obviously, I am a lying sonofabitch. Seems I can't smoke on planes, trains or busses.

Rats. I'll have to buy a car or stay here. Neither of those options appeal to me.
I could shoot myself, I suppose, but where's the fun in that? Good by. Bang! How dreary.
Perhaps I should find a girlfriend, a local. I'm easy to please. I don't require love, just sex.
Heck...At my age...An orgasm would probably kill me.
If there are any ladies out there who would like to get naked and watch an old man cum to a conclusion...contact me. You don't have to be young and beautiful. I don't care anymore. I'm not exactly a Greek god myself. All you need is female organs and an open mind. If you are peverse, that's a plus. I was a Boy Scout and a boatswain in the navy and I'm good with ropes. I can tie a bowline on the bail of a bucket. Imagine how I could please a kinky lady.

(Hey Zen? Are you just about done making a fool of yourself?)

Yeah. I guess.

(Shut up.)

OK.

Perhaps my last statement.....

2005-01-29T02:12:00.000-06:00

I have just experinced my second heart attack.
I will not subscribe to the "let's try this" shit that the doctors perscribe.
I am going to Florida. I am tired of being cold.
I wish I could go to a beach in Mexico.

Zen Clown...signing off...

Mindless musings from Montrose.

2005-01-20T03:51:00.000-06:00

I turned on the telly this evening and I see that this is the season for "award shows".
I wondered for a moment if, one day, they might hand out awards for stupidity. I know. That's a silly idea. What would we make them out of? Physical mass is finite. Stupidity is not.
I did enjoy the commercials. Regardless of the product, they say "This is all blatent bullshit and we assume that you are too fucking stupid to realize it. Buy this."
I must admit that the temptation to rush out and buy a pre-dampened dustcloth required some serious self control. One of the most obnoxious commercials portrays a fellow who apparently has a permanent erection. "Male enhancment". I've never played golf but if one has a silly grin and a hard on it improves your score. I feel fortunate that my penis has gone into semi-retirement. It has been a bothersome thing for most of my life.
Life is just a hobby of mine now, I don't take it seriously anymore.

Reflection

2005-01-19T01:11:00.000-06:00

I am somewhat ashamed of some of the words I have used in my previous posts.
Perhaps I should not have said "fuck" or "shit" or any of those horrible, horrible words that drive those thin-skinned China Dolls up the wall.

Well, my goodness. What can I say?

"Hi. I'm Zen Clown and God sent this Angel whose primary purpose was to clean my pipes every day."?

*Sigh* I'm an ex-Navy gunner and if one said "My goodness" in a gun mount, one might find one's self treading water in the middle of the China Sea.

(BTW: If anyone has a loved one who was "lost at sea"? Perhaps it was because they said "my goodness" instead of "fuck" or "shit" and they were deemed to be unworthy of the title of "Sailor". It's dark at night, out there.)

I have stood at the rail at night and marveled at the majesty of the phosphorescent plankton that shine back at the stars and seem to say; "I am an entity. I shine too!"

I have stood at the foremost part of the bow and watched the dolphins taking turns playing with our large, smelly piece of steel steaming through their world. "Follow me!" They seemed to say. I think I might understand what those Sirens were that Homer alluded to. Perhaps we all recall when we lived in liquid. I remember wishing that I could dive off of that ship and be as free as those dolphins. They and I both have lungs but mine are so limited.
Sometimes I wonder: Am I evolved from them? Or are they evolved from I? I suspect that if we were aware, truly aware, we might possibly come to the realization that we are NOT the highest life form on this world.
In the world of water, which is more abundant than our world of dirt, perhaps we are still Neanderthals. Perhaps "Modern Man" is a term we coined to justify our increadible stupidity.

Oh, my. It's getting late. What was I on about? Oh yes. Naughty words.

Fuck it.

Acknowledgment

2005-01-17T02:33:00.000-06:00

I'm not a smart man. A smart ASS, perhaps, but not a smart man.

I am blessed to have some friends. Not many, but some.

I sent an email to an internet friend, Ðµdë §tèé£, http://nonsensicalravingsofalunaticmind.blogspot.com/ and asked him to add a link to my silly blog. The next time I looked, it was done.

I was impressed, and honored, and grateful.

I want to thank everyone who has ever assisted this fool.

I want to thank Karen Werner of Raytown, Missouri, USA, who fucked my brains out for seven years and...

(Stop it!)

Well darn it! I can't think of anything significant to say.

(You thanked Mike. Leave it at that.)

OK.

A modicum of sanity from the past...

2005-01-14T01:56:00.000-06:00

An English Plea For Peace With The American Colonies

My Lords, this ruinous and ignominious situation, where we cannot act with success, nor suffer with honour, calls upon us to remonstrate in the strongest and loudest language of truth, to rescue the ear of Majesty from the delusions which surround it. You cannot, I venture to say, you CANNOT conquer America.

What is your present situation there? We do not know the worst; but we know that in three campaigns we have done nothing and suffered much. You may swell every expense, and strain every effort, still more extravagantly; accumulate every assistance you can beg or borrow; traffic and barter with every pitiful German Prince, that sells and sends his subjects to the shambles of a foreign country: your efforts are forever vain and impotent-doubly so from this mercenary aid on which you rely; for it irritates to an incurable resentment the minds of your enemies, to overrun them with the sordid sons of rapine and of plunder, devoting them and their possessions to the rapacity of hireling cruelty! If I were an American, as I am an Englishman, while a foreign troop was landed in my country, I never would lay down my arms! -Never! Never! Never!: William Pitt - - November 18th 1777

Today...America is attempting to conquer Arabia. We will not "win". We will not dominate. If a foreign power came into YOUR land, would YOU surrender? Hell no! You would fight to the death.
If you did not fight, if you did not resist, you would not be worthy of the title of "human" and would be nothing more than the livestock I see grazing across the fence, oblivious of concious thought, nothing more than meat for the machine of the carnivores of the world who feed on wealth and power.

Did England win over the colonies? No! They were in OUR yard. Did America win in Korea? No! We were in THEIR yard. Did we win in Vietnam? No! Again, we were in THEIR yard.Etcetera, etcetra.

The "Great Pirates", as Bucky called them, the people who run this world, feed off of death and destruction and the profit that comes from it. We, if we can get in touch with our humanity, if we can acknowledge that we are "one" and not animals,we have the power to change things.
How?

Just say NO!

Say NO goddammit! Stop the killing!

This Iraq thing? If your son or daughter or father or mother or brother or sister or anyone else you know gets killed or maimed or diseased by radioactivity or any other horribly criminal shit we use to suppress "those people", be proud.
Be proud to be an American. We are, after all, "God's People" aren't we?
Aren't we? Or is that just a Jewish joke and we are the brunt...

I'm not done with this shit. Not by a long shot.

Deep Thoughts

2004-12-21T15:04:00.000-06:00

Shouldn't we be better than this?

2004-12-10T20:34:00.000-06:00

At risk: 1,000,000,000 of the world's childrenOne billion children are at risk today from war, poverty and hunger, failed by the world's governmentsBy Stephen Khan
12/10/04 "The Independent" -- They are a billion strong. Diseased, malnourished, uneducated, they are a people on the run from wars that take the lives of their brothers and sisters. And they are all children - half the children on earth today.In shocking revelations yesterday, the grim reality of daily life for the world's innocent generation was laid bare. More than one billion children are now being denied the healthy and protected upbringing promised by the 1989 Convention on the Rights of the Child. For them - the forgotten masses - violence, poverty and Aids are all that the year's end will bring. In Darfur in Sudan, wretched shivering souls wait for their parents in refugee camps. In Haiti, they huddle in shelters, having lost homes and parents to floods. In Iraq, they trample through the rubble of bombed-out homes.More than one in six children is severely hungry. One in seven has no access to health care.Despite debt reduction schemes and the vast sums of cash donated by individuals around the world, one factor keeps more than a billion children in a state of poverty. And that factor is war - usually over natural resources such as diamonds, oil and coltan, a mineral used in mobile phones, which are exported to the West.As two reports showed yesterday, perhaps the most chilling statistic of all is the number of young lives snatched by conflict. Since 1990, 3.6 million people have been killed on the front line in wars around the word - almost half of them were children.Survival, though, is merely the start of further great struggles to reach maturity. A billion continue to be "denied a childhood" - 20 million are forced from homes and communities by fighting. The world's political leaders are failing them, according to the United Nations Children's Fund (Unicef). Governments are not delivering on long-held promises to protect their rights.At least 640 million children do not have adequate shelter, while 140 million have never been to school. Safe water is something that 400 million children are denied while 500 million live without basic sanitation. And 90 million starved.From the heart of Africa, where conflict last year tore through nation after nation, to Latin America, where hurricanes uprooted families, and Asia, where floods and landslides swept whole towns away, it is clear that one group of people pays more than any other - the young and defenceless.Yet it needn't be that way. "What we are saying in this report is that choices made by political leaders in many cases are very often negative when it comes to children," the executive director of Unicef, Carol Bellamy, told reporters in London at the launch of The State of The World's Children.Despite signing the UN Convention on the Rights of the Child, many governments are failing to fulfil its principles, the report claims. The convention commits signatories to provide a healthy, protected and decent childhood for every person born.Yet last year, 30,000 under-fives died preventable deaths. And while child mortality rates fell by a fifth over the decade, more than 10 million children perished in 2003.The shadow of Aids lingers long. Half a million children under 15 died of the disease last year and 2.1 million children across the world live with HIV. Fifteen million children have lost a parent to Aids - 80 per cent of whom live in sub-Saharan Africa.Unicef says the solution is clear. Goals set by the UN in 2000 to lift poverty across the globe could be achieved at a cost of £52bn. Last year the world's nations spent £712bn on weapons. And it is those guns, mortars, mines and shells that maintain the status quo of suffering.While more than 1.5 million children died in the front line of combat zones in the years since 1990, the actual number of deaths indirectly caused by war is much, much higher. The true global figure is perhaps impossible to gauge.Another survey into one of the world's most battle-scarred regions was released yesterday and it provides an astonishing picture of death and destruction wreaked by the machines of death. With the security situation once again rapidly deteriorating in the Democratic Republic of Congo, the International Rescue Committee issued a mortality survey which revealed that six years of bloody conflict in the country have claimed 3.8 million lives.Teams of physicians and epidemiologists found that between January 2003 and April 2004, more than 1,000 people a day died in excess of normal mortality rates. Of nearly 500,000 additional deaths, half were children.Tony Blair, who has described Africa as a scar on the conscience of the world, has pledged that Britain will take the lead on ending poverty, debt and war on that continent.His Commission on Africa is about to launch a report setting out a strategy. The challenge before him is great. For this is the continent that remains the ultimate example of international failure. © 2004 Independent Digital (UK) Ltd
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Let's all decorate our Christmas trees and light our lights and worship our Jesus and...Oh, crap. I should have saved this for later.
"Twas the night before Christmas"..........

And for some of us, the only respite from horror... is death. Should they thank Jesus or Santa Claus?

I'm a Zen Clown. I am everyone. If someone is suffering, I suffer. As long as we are starving, no spice will impart flavor to my food. I cannot pretend that an imaginary boundry seperates me from those who suffer. We are One, and one of us is suffering.

Perhaps I should embrace religion; become a Christian or Muslim or Jew or whatever and wallow in my well-being and spit in the face of those Prophets who preached Peace and Love. You know? Join the Majority.

On Reality

2004-12-09T23:34:00.000-06:00

I've just gotten off of the phone with an old girlfriend.
We touched on the subject of "believing"
This ol' boy thinks belief gets in the way of knowing.
Nancy thinks Jesus was real because she "believes" he was.

I'm a Zen Clown. I don't BELIEVE anything. Come to think of it I don't KNOW very damn much either.

Some ancient Asian once said: "If a man knows that he knows what he knows and knows that he does not know what he does not know...That man is truly wise."

Sometimes Mankind amazes me. Rather than taking responsibility for their existance, bad or good, they foist it off on some invisible, silent diety who is their savior and/or scapegoat, whatever their mood, and play the victim to a "higher power".

Of course this mindset is beneficial to the charlatans, the parasites, the professers of religion as a medicine for the soul without which we are condemned to eternal hellfire.

"BELIEVE! BELIEVE!". They say. "Pay no attention to your own rational mind"..."BELIEVE!". "Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain!".

*sigh* I guess people need their beliefs, either to supplement reality or replace it. I can imagine the boredom of reality for some people.
"What is, is, and what ain't, ain't.". "Rocks are hard and water's wet".

"Well, sheeeit! Where's the fun in that? Let's make some stuff up and pretend it's real!".

I view the mass of mankind as naked apes, acting on instinct and not using an evolved mind at all.

As long as the primary occupation of this planet is tribal warfare, I hold no respect for it.

A monkey with a machine gun and an agenda...Is still a monkey.

Of course I don't believe any of this.

Consider this.

2004-12-03T17:21:00.000-06:00

(From Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space by Carl Sagan, Random House, 1994)

Earth (the dot in the middle) as seen from 3.7 billion miles away by the Voyager 1 spacecraft, on 6/6/1990. ... Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there - on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors, so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the Universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity, in all this vastness, there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.
The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life. There is nowhere else, at least in the near future, to which our species could migrate. Visit, yes. Settle, not yet. Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.
It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character building experience. There is perhaps no better demonstration of the folly of human conceits than this distant image of our tiny world. To me, it underscores our responsibility to deal more kindly with one another, and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot, the only home we've ever known.

Thanksgiving Day

2004-11-25T14:11:00.000-06:00

On this very special day, I find myself wanting to thank God and George Bush and all Supreme Beings for all the pain and suffering that we are priviledged to enjoy.

I am thankful for our troops. Our valiant men and women who are willing to leave their homes and families and go to other countries and kill people and be killed because we know that that is what God and George wants them to do. I am thankful for our wealth. I am thankful for our advanced weaponry. I am thankful that we Americans can kill anyone anytime anywhere on the planet even if we have to fabricate an excuse for our actions.
( Of course we must maintain some enemies to justify our actions.)

I know, I know. I'm pissed.

Thanksgiving. My ass.

While you are stuffing that last bite of pumpkin pie into your fat fucking face, try not to think about the 30,000 some-odd people who will die today from hunger and hunger related causes.

Dream

2004-11-23T13:31:00.000-06:00

"Once upon a time, I dreamt I was a butterfly, fluttering hither and thither, to all intents and purposes a butterfly. I was conscious only of following my fancies as a butterfly, and was unconscious of my individuality as a man. Suddenly I awoke, and there I lay, myself again... Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming that I am a man." - Chuang-Tzu, 3rd century BC

"You know those dreams are all in your head." Bob Dylan (paraphrased)

So is much of your "reality". Zen Clown

2004-11-22T18:55:00.000-06:00

Marty, Zen Clown

Towards a Greater Understanding

2004-11-12T22:52:00.000-06:00

Reincarnation, by Wallace McRae

What is reincarnation? A cowboy asked his friend.
It starts, his old pal told him, when your life comes to an end.
They wash your neck and comb your hair and clean your fingernails,
And put you in a padded box away from life’s travails.
The box and you goes in a hole that’s been dug in the ground.
Reincarnation starts in when you’re planted neath that mound.
Them clods melt down, just like the box, and you who is inside.
And that’s when you begin your transformation ride.
And in a while the grass will grow upon your rendered mound,
Until some day, upon that spot, a lonely flower is found.
And then a horse may wander by and graze upon that flower
That once was you, and now has become your vegetated bower.
Now, the flower that the horse done eat, along with his other feed,
Makes bone and fat and muscle essential to the steed.
But there’s a part that he can’t use and so it passes through.
And there it lies upon the ground, this thing that once was you.
And if perchance, I should pass by and see this on the ground,
I’ll stop awhile and ponder at this object that I’ve found.
I’ll think about Reincarnation and life and death and such,
And come away concludin’, why, you ain’t changed all that much.

Printed by permission of Wallace McRaeGayle Erwin760-321-0077gderwin@ix.netcom.com

The day after Veteran's Day

2004-11-12T15:49:00.000-06:00

I hope the warmongers have warm and fuzzy feelings about all the people who have died in the name of "Might is Right.". God supports us. Yeah, yeah, I know...He said "Thou shall not kill." He was kidding. He enjoys mass murder as much as the rest of us. Death is nothing more than amusement to warmongers and their imaginary Gods.

50,000 +/- died in Vietnam and we are PROUD! Yes, yes. I know. We were there to save those people from the evils of Communism. We succeeded, in a way. Those thousands of innocents we killed and allowed to be killed are free now. Those godless commies won't get them now.

PS: Buy stock in the weapons manufacturing business. Bush & Co. will make you rich.

On Veteran's Day, Nov. 11, 2004

2004-11-11T19:16:00.000-06:00

"First they came for the Communists, and I didn't speak up, because I wasn't a Communist.Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up, because I wasn't a Jew.Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up, because I was a Protestant.Then they came for me, and by that time there was no one left to speak up for me." -Pastor Martin Neimoller: Concentration camp Survivor

The point of Neimoller's statement, I think, is to remind us of the necessity of protecting the self instilled notion that freedom, freedom from oppression, ect. should apply to ALL mankind. If we don't defend the freedom of all we may find our own under threat. Some think it is now.

An elder Cherokee Native American was teaching his grandchildren about life. He said to them, "A fight is going on inside me...It is a terrible fight, and it is between two wolves. One wolf represents fear, anger, envy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, pride and superiority. The other wolf stands for joy, peace, love, hope, sharing, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, friendship, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion, and faith. This same fight is going on inside of you and every other person too." They thought about it for a minute and then one child asked his grandfather, "Which wolf will win?" The old Cherokee simply replied..."The one I feed."

There ain't much I can add to that.

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November Nonsense, 11/10/2004

2004-11-10T18:06:00.000-06:00

Well!

I have been chastised twice today.
Lastly by someone who accused me of losing interest in this blog because it doesn't have breasts.
As soon as I learn to post pictures, there very well may be breasts here.
Large breasts. Large American Breasts!! Those memories of Mother that our boys have fought and died for.

Tomorrow is Veteran's Day here in America. I hope all of us will honor our veterans, even if we consider their actions to be wrong. Young minds are easily duped. I know. Been there, done that. I'm older now and I "won't be fooled again".

GADZOOKS! IT WORKED!

2004-11-05T20:51:00.000-06:00

I am now experiencing this stupendous new position of power.

Today, a google blog, tomorrow, the world!

Of course I'll have to do the dishes first and have a beer and have a bite to eat and have a beer and get some firewood in and have a beer and let the dog in and out three or four hundred times and have a beer and check the mouse traps and have a beer and...World? Can you stand by while I deal with these petty things? Think it over. Take your time. I'll have a beer.

Well, well. well.

2004-11-05T20:21:00.000-06:00

If this works, I will have profuse thanks to offer a friend who, to my benefit, suffers fools. This "blog" thing may be just the ticket to provide an outlet for my mindless musings without annoying others. This will be a short post. My first one was quite long and turned out to be an exercise in futility. I know some people who have blogs in the UK and they are quite impressive. Of course those people are younger, and therefore smarter, than I am regarding this internet stuff.

OK! CONTACT! FULL THROTTLE! Let's see if this flies.

This is the second post on this blog

2004-11-04T22:25:00.000-06:00

Brilliant

Hello?

2004-11-03T19:10:00.000-06:00

I edited this