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I often think about how a blog is a great way to unload, a means to share troubles and get some support during tough times.

But it can also become a trap. One can fill a blog, day after day, with one problem or another, and soon it becomes a way of life. The blog gets bogged down, and it seems routine after a while.

I think the one way out is when hope appears on the horizon, a way out, so to speak. And maybe that's how one gets energized; friends can come and remind one to keep one's eye on the prize. The stories can be more engaging that way, because I do believe that people like to root for others in trouble, despite what the Internet might otherwise lead us to believe.

This sort of explains the lack of activity here in my own Blog. I've run into a sort of personal quagmire of late. There are a lot of things happening, some of which have been out of my control, and others which I do believe it's my personal responsibility to get into hand.

I'm having a lot of trouble, but I haven't given up, or even given ground. My life, at the moment, doesn't have a lot to write about, but that doesn't mean that I'm not doing my best to get out from under. I'm in a very unenviable position, taking into consideration my age, my physical condition and my occasionally dark frame of mind. It makes for interesting living, to say the least, but not for enthralling reading.

There have been some bright moments mixed in though. This weekend there was an intensely bright moment, so hope is never completely lost, and life does allow us the occasional smile, even when times are overwhelmingly nothing to smile about. It reminds me that I have people in my life whom I care about, even those I haven't had the pleasure to personally meet. And sometimes we allow ourselves to neglect those people. Seeing someone I love, this weekend, and meeting someone else who is great, for the first time, well, that brought to mind the fact that I have the habit of going underground for extended stays.

I apologize.

Being part of a great community such as this, requires that one doesn't just go away without an explanation. Or a hello. I hope this covers both.

Life isn't over. It's just hard right now. I'll dig my way out, and then be back to annoy y'all.

Brain Seeds

Lots of idiocy to talk about, I'd rather just sow it all right here in one article.

One of the kabillion things that annoy me is this: I really don't mind doing laundry. Really. What I don't like is the fact that when everything is washed and dried, it needs to be folded. And what bugs me there is, as I go through the basket, everything is inside out. Everything, every time.

Enter The Genius. In an effort to combat this time-wasting problem I devised a strategy: as I took my clothes off this week, I would turn everything inside out. Only took a few seconds a day.

So today was the day I hit the washer. Everything in, inside out. And then into the dryer. I brought my smug, righteous self down to the dryer when I heard the buzzer, prepared to be all proud of my ingenuity. I grabbed the clothes in one heap, dumped them in the basket, and carried them to the table to fold.

And there, lo and behold, was every garment. Inside out.

I give up.

And there was a damned sock missing, too.

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10 3/4 ounces of canned corn doesn't seem like much. Unless you drop that can on your foot, and you don't have a shoe on when you do that. Then it's a Sherman tank.

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The Idiots at Blogger still think I'm a Spam-bot. I have to do one of those idiotic word verifications every time I want to Blog. Maybe if I go there and shake one of the losers around like a windsock, they'll get the idea that this is at least a humanoid?

The funny thing is, I have another Blog here on Blogger, and I saw that a bot had posted an entry there.(I think Nancy saw that, right?) So for all the bullshit precautions these morons take, the Bots still get their work done. And humans have to do word verifications.

If they don't fix it by August, I'm shutting down and Blogging elsewhere.

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I'm going to miss the late, great George Carlin and his humor. Funny guy.

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