I no longer feel I can write what I want here. I should have kept my mouth shut as to where it is, what it is, why it was. It was fun when I started several of these and I felt I had some things to say. It is not to be here anymore.
I can't leave this place without thanks to those that commented. It would be rude not to and I did enjoy the comebacks, very much. Thanks. More than a couple of you are very special to me. (Just assume it is you and not that other person *grin*)
"no V-chip installed", had one installed and I'm the one to blame. I will not allow it to happen.
I never liked Blogger anyway. I'm thinking less and less of Google in a very big way, too. Getting as bad as Microsoft, if not worse. They give the fucking crap away and we eat it. But man, oh man, we will pay (already are) for the freebie. I feel a post coming on. Naw, that was it. It's way past my nap time anyway.
That's all folks.
postpaleo
Monday, June 29, 2009
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Oh good lord. You finally get the feedburner working, and now you're signing off? Geez.
Well, I should be getting your copy of the book out to you this week, if that cheers you any. I think I'm going to try to print it two pages per sheet if I can, to save paper. It should still be readable that way. And I promise to sign it.
Bye, Postal. :(
Bye might be closer to the mark then we think. I made the grand escape from the emergency room the other day. I told them when I first went to the VA, don't ever screw with my coffee. A person needs a reason to live and that is one of mine. My own fault, they don't ever follow up on anything and I did, they just said, "that's dangerously high, you should go downstairs now". I did and the stress got worse. I don't think a hell of a lot more can go wrong right now. But I bet it does, which is so ironic, try like hell to play by the rules and it gets worse. Ain't life grand? ;p
Come and visit some time.
Be careful what you wish for or maybe better put, who you invite. The Wife just walked in and said, "Do you want this old stuff anymore? I'm going to go put it on the flea market in a local town if you don't." I don't. So, sell a few Wedgwood, a couple Delft, and a few pieces of Steuben, some old painted stoneware and I may actually be able to find a real beer from Scotland, as all my local efforts have failed. (Don't feel too badly about the stores snub, there wasn't any from Antarctica either, about every place else though.)
Hell I have no idea what is buried in the nooks and crannies of this place, those were just sort of laying near the surface. She sort of gasped at what the Steuben went for. Hell I knew that, I just don't give a shit. I have old rocks that are worth more to me. But the hassle of getting rid of that shit just isn't worth the money to me. It just doesn't even out. But she is going to, maybe. It's big bucks, people don't like to part with their money as easily in these times. And the fake market is so huge, why pay for the real thing when you can lie?
She can go where she would like to and I'll take a hellava lot of drugs and go where I want. Separate vacations are long over due and may be the long range plan, if'n ya catch my drift. The fucking stress is killin me.
A little three room shack, in a quiet spot, running water, electric, and of course, the Internet, and fuck the rest.
Actually France was starting to sound really good. They don't, or didn't, like Americans all that much and the older I get, I find I don't either.
Too bad about the drug wars in Mexico or I would be there in a hot second. What you could get for a little money, back in the late 60's of course, was very very nice and very cheap. And it was a courtesy, almost a requirement, if you had any money at all and a foreigner, to have a maid. I could live with that. But I've got to have a cat that stays over, the maid can leave. Where I stayed in the 60's had two maids, one sleep over and a day maid, and a gardener. I don't think I'm in that league, but a guy could get used to that. I'm here to tell you it didn't take long. Good cigars there too. Vintage wine was like a buck sixty a bottle and I mean good stuff. They do have some great wines from there, you just never hear about them much. Can't stand Mexican beer, but the booze is a past tense anyway. (I have other vices.) Covered temple mounds across the road. I suspect that has all changed now. Well, the pictures still linger, I guess that will hold me over. Ah yes, I have a few story's in me on the three or whatever so months I spent kicking around down south. They would have hung me had they caught me. Always carry bribe money with you. Always. :)
I ever tell you about a bus ride to the coast and going through the little town of Tequila, a starry full moon lit night, The cacti set out on the horizon like a vineyard, with a sweet little Mexican Chiquita in the seat in front of me? (Probably underage at that, but it was so hard to tell given the lighting. She didn't feel underage.) Neither of us could speak a sentence in the others language and it didn't matter. Never a word was said between us. They would have hung me and I bet she never forgot it either. They might have hung her too, come to think of it. I hadn't thought to bring bribe money for two.
This place might not be dead yet. I'm reverting and it's a pretty strange feeling and striking in the oddity of where it is showing up first. Right now the mind isn't wondering, it's caught up in worry and anxiety and the plan is already in motion to do something about it. If they can't, I will. My way isn't a pretty way. I tend to blow things up and see where the pieces fall and go on from there.
"The future is uncertain, but the end is always clear".
J. Morrison
It was my daughters 21st birthday today, and the preparations were horrendous.I bought some good Champagne and some Cava for Bucks Fizz.
I hired a stretch limo for her and her mates to got to for a meal, after The Opening Of Presents.
I put the dogs in the run when I heard the lassies coming, only to find my beloved had used the Champagne for the Bucks Fizz...sob
sob...You have to laugh.
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