And once again, 3 years have sailed by without me writing a word.

But I find myself at the beginning of a new journey so is an appropriate time to return.

Stay tuned....

Well, alright alright alright.

I find myself here again. Wondering why I didn't spend more time here to begin with.

Its perfect for me. A blog. I don't have to write for anyone but myself. I don't have to announce it, advertise it, or give it any attention whatsoever. Its not about my 4 minutes of fame.

Its just a place to spill it all out.  All this traffic.

Well friends, I said I would be back...

I just didn't expect it would take me four years.

Four years full of changes too overhelming to recount.  At least not neatly or succintely.

So what did I miss?  What did I gain?  What did I lose?  Why did I surrender this side of me?  The words used to flow so freely, so much that I needed this type of net to catch them.  Now everything I write seems trite and contrived...Like I am forcing the words simply because I want to revive this blog.  This one thing that I started that was just...mine.  My life is not my own, you see.  Hasn't been for as long as I can remenber.

Bleh.  Hoping my whole 3 followers have somehow lost the link to this.  Maybe initially I needed to return just to talk to Tanya.  Maybe this will get her attention.

Peace to all

Finally!

Yes, I finally find somewhat of an outlet for my overactive brain.....and then I find it difficult to find time to sit at the computer and capture my thoughts in a format fit for reading.

Is my life that much NOT my own?

No, its not.

But is it worth it?   You bet.  At least, I have three precious souls who would agree.

I'll be back.

T.

Tech

So yes.....less than a week of "blogging" and my page doesn't work right.

Figures.

I thought....this seems fairly simple.  Doesn't have to be all crazy complicated.  Just whip together a few templates, colors, basic instructions.....then go out and corral a few of the stampeding thoughts rattling around my brain at any given time and....

Yeah......no.  Wait.  The "followers' gadget isn't working.  Really?  Sometimes they show on the home page.  (All two of them).  Sometimes they don't.

C'mon!   You need this part to work right.  Reload.  Reset.  Delete.  Reapply.

Yeah, no.

So I do what any techno-savvy  does and I google it.  And search bogger.com help.  Find lots of hits.  But....

Nada.  Zip.  Zilch.  NOTHING that any of these threads suggest will alleviate the problem.

Fail.

No real profound, gritty, or particularly insightful thoughts here tonight, folks.  Just some good old fashioned ripping on the failings of the digital age.

Boo technology.

Gonna go read my book.

T.

Ahhhhnold

Seriously?

Why is it that every foible, weakness, error of judgment or simply bad behavior is now slapped with a label  entitled "disease".  Hyper-sexuality?  Really?  How about typical urges brought on by that handy dandy substance called testosterone?  How many men walk around with the same thoughts, urges, wants, etc.  Hmmm.  Like ALL OF THEM?????

But to save face in the public forum, the elites that grace our movie screens, basketball courts, political forums and golf courses have to have a finger to point.  A way to say "Hey, its not my fault!  I'm not just a normal member of the male species, my disease made me do it!"

Oh yes....that's right.  Personal responsibility is out of fashion these days.  I forgot.

How can anything or anyone explain away the devastation that Maria and Elin and countless women have felt when they learned their man had strayed.  Do you honestly think they feel better knowing it is a "disease"?  I personally would rather hear "I know I'm a scum sucking bottom feeder who couldn't or wouldn't control my natural male urges and so I betrayed everything that you and I had built together."  At least THAT is honest.

I think we need a revival....of personal responsibility.  Nobility.  Class.  Integrity.  Honor.  Civility.  Honesty.  Owning your mistakes.


You can put hyper-sexuality in the diagnosis manual.....but I ain't buying it.

Mantra

With every crash of every wave, I hear something now.
I never listened before.

I am on the edge of a cliff, listening.

Almost finished.


Words that thrill me, haunt me, are me.