"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
Wasn’t happy with the rough look to this place so I went back to an older layout and theme.
It is not perfect but it cleaned up some of the mess around here and for now that is good enough which is funny ‘cuz when it comes to this place I don’t like the idea of going off of good enough.
I want good or amazing but I can live with good.
Good enough sounds like I am settling for mediocrity and I am not.
That is the long and short of it, with much more to come soon.
Someone keeps reading this.
Well kids this likely to be a short post as your old pal is buzzed and blogging.
Sometimes that is a useful way to write more honestly or at least provide yourself with an excuse to write more honestly but I don’t need it.
I am unfiltered and when motivated can say anything to anyone, anywhere and at any time.
But sometimes you need to recognize the moments in which being that honest is likely to cause and or create issues.
So given that standard I’ll keep this short and say some things go up and down. Some go in and out. Some come around.
Time will show what and how it at all this story goes.
End of vague and ridiculous post.
The Shmata Queen once told me if I didn’t kiss her several times a day she would be quite cross with me. I asked what that meant and she said it could result in her crossing her legs.
I told her I might just let her do that and say no to her advances and she was none to pleased telling me that would be quite rude.
I laughed and asked her if she wanted more insight into what men sometimes go through. 😉
Now that we have covered that nonsense it is time to focus on the more pressing issue of cleaning up our act here.
Yes, this joint has some pressing needs that require attention. It is what happens when you change themes and make adjustments.
In addition to the standard broken links that show up regardless of what we do there are other technical issues that have to be addressed.
Little goblins that have created issues all over this place causing it to look unprofessional and unkempt.
Soon we shall attend to changing them…I hope. 🙂
Got less than three minutes to throw a few things down upon the page. A chance to try to put down the words I can’t write or can I.
Maybe I ought to use music and let it speak for me and then agonize over whether the songs tell the tale as I want, hope and wish it to be told.
It is not easy getting older, now is it.
The ape ought to jump off the page and slap some sense into me.
He ought to tell me to give up, move on and walk away from some things but he won’t and it probably wouldn’t matter.
I am going to do what I am going to do until my gut says I don’t what had to be done.
It is not just because the heart wants what the heart wants either but because I hear music and I am following it.
In the interim I have undergone one hell of a battle to recover and restore this place. Came within a heartbeat of losing every damn thing here.
Given the lackluster efforts to keep the doors open and the blog breathing you might wonder if I care.
The answer is I do and I suspect a few others do too.
So if you stick around I expect you’ll see some movement here…soon.