"When you're in jail, a good friend will be trying to bail you out. A best friend will be in the cell next to you saying, 'Damn, that was fun'." — Groucho Marx
Did You Miss Me?
Did you miss me dear reader? Did you notice I have been absent or was the silence acceptable?
I have been saying I would come back to visit and been trying to get here. Maybe not hard enough, but trying nonetheless.
Life has been hectic, my dad got real sick and eventually died. That made coming by here a little harder.
Not because I didn't want to, but because I only had so much energy to spare. But here I am checking in and looking around to see what needs work and what needs polishing.
A quick visit and then I'll be off...for a bit.
But I'll be back.
I have been saying I would come back to visit and been trying to get here. Maybe not hard enough, but trying nonetheless.
Life has been hectic, my dad got real sick and eventually died. That made coming by here a little harder.
Not because I didn't want to, but because I only had so much energy to spare. But here I am checking in and looking around to see what needs work and what needs polishing.
A quick visit and then I'll be off...for a bit.
But I'll be back.
The Blog That Never Dies
Sometimes I wonder if this place is fated to be the blog that never dies because every time I think it is on it is final gasp it is revived.
Never as it once was but always more than a shell.
This is where it began and maybe if it ends it is what will kill the rest.
Or maybe not.
Maybe this part of the long slumber and in time a new dawn will break and things will move forward again.
I kind of like that thought.
Never as it once was but always more than a shell.
This is where it began and maybe if it ends it is what will kill the rest.
Or maybe not.
Maybe this part of the long slumber and in time a new dawn will break and things will move forward again.
I kind of like that thought.
Things I Miss
I miss this blog and the person who pushed me to write so many of the posts that you found here. Sometimes I think all is gone and that time has forced me to accept this is just something that was.
And then there is a moment where I realize, everything is different but there is no reason not to write here because you never know what can happen.
And then there is a moment where I realize, everything is different but there is no reason not to write here because you never know what can happen.
Long Time No See
You might wonder if this blog has been abandoned because I have never gone so long between updates.
The answer is no, it hasn't.
I haven't forgotten about this place but I have to admit it has been a lot longer since I updated here than I realized.
That got me thinking about why and it made me aware of just how busy I have been. So while that is a not a great excuse for you few readers it is the truth of the matter.
It is precisely why I seem to have focused upon the other blogs and left this one to founder.
I suppose it happens when you are dealing with life and being stalked by idiots.
The answer is no, it hasn't.
I haven't forgotten about this place but I have to admit it has been a lot longer since I updated here than I realized.
That got me thinking about why and it made me aware of just how busy I have been. So while that is a not a great excuse for you few readers it is the truth of the matter.
It is precisely why I seem to have focused upon the other blogs and left this one to founder.
I suppose it happens when you are dealing with life and being stalked by idiots.
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