An Old Fashioned Post

Way back in the Jurassic period of my blogging career I used to write stream of consciousness posts. I’d bang them out with reckless abandon and without regard for quality or content. Back then I had no cares or concerns about anonymity, quality or community. They were just little snippets of the crazy carousing that caromed through the cavernous cave that once was occupied by a brain.

I have to go back to the dentist tomorrow. Yep, back into the chair of doom where instruments of torture will be used upon my mouth. You may recall that last October your hero decided to have two crowns and a root canal done during the same visit. I won’t say that it was a mistake, but I learned that day that childbirth is easy.  I sat down in the chair at 10 and wasn’t set free until 2 PM.

Anyhoo, tomorrow I go back because it seems that some old fillings are leaking. It so happens that I had these two done when I was 22 so they are about twenty years old. Maybe they told me way back when that one day I might have to replace them but I can’t remember. At 22 I was probably focused on getting out as quickly as possible to go camping or to hit the gym.  Who remembers those details. Maybe if I had a blog back then I would, but I didn’t. I didn’t have a computer, cellphone, voicemail, email or a spaceship.

Twenty years later most of that has changed, with the exception of the spaceship. I really want one of those because it would be all sorts of fun.  Unless of course I had some sort of mechanical issue because it must be a bitch getting a tow truck to hitch a line to your ship and tow it back to earth. With the kind of luck I have had lately I’d probably end up landing in some war zone like Afghanistan, cleveland or detroit.

Rooster Cogburn is one my favorite movies. I grew up watching it and True Grit with my dad.

While I have no real desire to be an actor,  I sometimes think about starring in a major motion picture. Mostly because I have this fantasy that someone will pay me to get back into shape. I suppose that some of you are shaking your head at that. You might wonder if I have the discipline to do it on my own and I wouldn’t blame you for that. But I ask you my friends, why wouldn’t I want to get paid to get back in shape. Why wouldn’t I want to have access to personal chefs and trainers.

It reminds me of some thoughts of a future that I sometimes think about. I am not a man who is driven by money or possessions but there are some things that money can provide. In my case I would like to have a house that includes a library in it. I want built in shelves and over stuffed chairs to read in. I’d like to be able to eat at fine restaurants and travel. Did I mention that I’d like to have a private jet to use for said travel.

There are other things, but for now that is enough. I don’t really expect to get all of that, but I think that some would be reasonable. It is again well past midnight so I must get some sleep, or at least try to. I stumbled across one of the great speeches in movies and I might have to stop and watch another clip. Anyway, before I go I’ll ask again for you to become a fan of the blog and to tell your friends/family about this place.

There is little to no benefit to you for doing so. I could lie and tell you that a fairy dies every time someone chooses not to become a fan, but that is as believable as saying that the cleveland browns will win a Superbowl before 2132. Sleep well my friends and I will see you in just a few hours.

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