This Post Is Not About Sex Or Blogging

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“He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.” Winston Churchill

The Shmata Queen is going to read that headline twice as well as this post. How do I know this?

Because I know things and because I know she believes in accuracy. Of course I might have to ask her if condoms are required if this post is not about sex or blogging.

Sex and blogging go together better than you might think because most people like sex and some enjoy blogging about it. My advice is to never live blog having sex.

That is for two reasons:

  1. If you can still write while having sex you are doing it wrong or are at the least with the wrong person.
  2. Your partner might not appreciate it and there are tales of blogging during sex leading to injury so sex while blogging is what you can call unsafe sex.

 This Post Is Not About Sex Or Blogging

I just realized this post might be about sex or blogging. That is because I planned on linking to some posts you should read. I don’t think you have to read Words You Won’t Read unless you want to see my thoughts about

I wanted to call this post 2011- The Year of The Motherfucker but then I thought that it might be better to write 2011- You Were a Real Motherfucker.

Hell I am not going to spend any time reading that because that is looking backwards and you never want to do that, you might see the monster that is chasing you is catching up.

Ok, I’ll admit sometimes I think about 2011 because it was a bad year, not the worst I have had but it is in the top five which is to say not good.

What is worse is being able to think about the past ten years and decide that several can be listed in the Top 5 worst years of your life.

Better is when you can look out your window and see progress, not massive but major. Major is good, maybe not enough to satisfy your desire to say you have climbed ever mountain and swam every river but enough to know that the demons didn’t drag you back.

You fought the good fight and though you are clearly battered and bruised you know the sweet taste of victory. You have conquered every bad day you have ever had.

Not just one but all of them have either been made your bitch or at least turned into a fragment of memory of a moment that once was.

The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.Theodore Roosevelt

If Teddy is to be trusted I am smack in the middle of living fully, of course I plan on living to be a 130 in which I am working on proving Teddy wrong.

I can’t give up fully living at only 60 years of age.

Fortunately that is still far enough away for me to look at it and not worry. There is way too much time between now and then. If I am sailing through life then I am just leaving America and have to get to Africa before someone can call me 60.

Of course I might encounter pirates which would slow me down but pirates cannot stop a man who was once offered a position as the Dread Pirate Roberts.

It is inconceivable to think I am not going to get where I am going but it is critical that I start my journey. Happy Friday to you all. Please consider reading the posts below and I wills see around cyberspace.