Hmmmm. It would seem that the more I mention things that could be construed as oblique references to meatspace conversations on this web page, the more people who (presumably) read this web page appear to make what could be construed as oblique references in meatspace conversations to things I've written on this web page.

Well that was a nasty chunk of a sentence.

Anyway, topic at hand: Well, there really isn't one.

Do I start too many sentences with the word "Well"? Well, at least when I do it, I don't get quite as verbose as a Jon Katz article. Usually. Now, I didn't even mention the times I make what could be construed as oblique references to email conversations, especially private ones. What is THAT about? Absolutely nothing. Now, go on about your business like good little drones... ahem... I mean, good little chickclickers. thank you.

lol.

/me spazzes out in the zone on the Rob Zombie sound.

So, what is this about? My life. What is my life? A life like any other. Little better, little worse. You could look at my life, and easily be justified in saying, "It's just another person. Each and every aspect of this life is virtually identical that which millions of other little pieces of human flesh in this age experience. Little more, little less."

And you know WHAT? I wouldn't give a shit, cause I'm livin' it, I'm enjoyin' it, I'm sufferin' through it, and it's MINE! Yeah!

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And THAT, my friends, is what you get when trying to write web content while under the influence of the ZOMBIE man! :)

(And let's not get into what happens when one tries to write web content while under the influnence of the "swords and ______" girl. (Which I am NOT at the moment.) When that happens, may Satan help us all!)

Back to the life-type, journal-ish stuff: For the first time since... was it Christmas? I think so. For the first time since whenever, the whole family sat and ate together around the dining room table. We had a guest. A guest whose name was (you guessed it) Scott. I was even convinced to abandon an evening of Quality Television Programming (tm), albeit somewhat reluctantly. (Hey, it was rerun night.)

So anyway, that was fun. Of course, immediately after dinner, I had to come and do the email thing. And once I knew there was mail in my box, any attempt to prevent me from reading and responding to it immediately would have taken some serious convincing. :) Damn. I guess some crushes really don't die easily. Moving on...

Well, I guess I've pretty much covered recent events, such as they are. I really should be tired by now. I mean, at one point during work today, I was about ready to just plop my head down on the desk and sleep "as is". Now that it's nearly bedtime, I'm feeling all revved and ready to go again. Whoever it was that chose the hours that comprise the typical business day must have had a truly sick and sadistic mind. Truly.

Oh well. On we go. Hey, I just yawned! Maybe there is hope. Now, let's see if that yawn can bring forth any further sedations.