Gravity be damned! It's already past my bedtime, dammit, and I'm just having too much fun to go to bed. I got out an old compilation of songs that I've collected through the years, but that we too hard or maybe just kinda boring. And I found out that I can now play most of them! Which means, of course, that I will spend more time... playing. Which is cool, I like to play. Lots better'n work, it is. Speaking of work... I got up late today, way too late to even shower, took a spit bath and away I went. And the day was OK, nothing fantastic or anything like that, just OK. Hit a vein or two that were challenging... or was that yesterday? The days, they run together, as much as we try to keep them descrete, dammit. And so do the years. And the centuries, if you're really lucky. Or would that be *UN*lucky? I mean, I'm having a tough time just living through this stupid repiglican administration, what if I had to live through every stupid administration that will come in the future? Ah, give me back the Clinton years, or maybe the JFK ones. Progressive, not regressive. We need to move ahead, not back into the sham of a book written by goatherders hidden in the mists of pre-history. I got the computer room halfway cleaned up today. Still got a ways to go, of course, don't want to rush into anything here. I'm having a hard time typing tonight, I keep hitting the right keys in the wrong order. There's a word for that...um. Transposition, yeah. I keep doing that, and it's driving me buggy. Well, not really. But it does disjoint my thinking, and I'm on shakey ground there to start off with, after all, can't afford to lose any of the sharpness that I've picked up over the course of a short lifetime. "He's about as sharp as a bowling ball": Foghorn Leghorn, if Aiken's correct. The haiku today reminds me of the smothers' brothers slithery bee. Google it. Or was it slithery ZEE? Never can remember. Stooooopid! Just for the helluvit, I did the google on slithery bee... and found myself googling it in an entry in 2002. The web, it turns and turns and it turns on itself and then you look up and... it turns on.... *YOU*! There is a way out, but right now I'm too young to consider it.
t' hell with inertia! We go
on and on and... oops!