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Fade to black

I suppose you’re wondering what’s with the black homepage? Well.. Lord knows, I’ve been having a rough year. Girl problems, friend problems, business problems.. the works. Punch after punch, kick after kick, I’ve been knocked right off my pedestal. It’s been rough, but I’ve tried to stay positive and keep on doing what I do. It’s been too long, however, and it’s finally taking its toll on me.

There are so many thoughts that pop into my head, so many things that I want to write.. but every time I come here to write, I lose all motivation. I only want to tell you good things.. I hate sharing misery. Fading to black will hopefully help me write. If you’re clever, you’ll be able to read what I write.. or, if you just wait long enough, I’m sure the sun will shine again and I’ll be able to reveal the homepage for all to see.

Until then, if you’re the clever ones.. bear with me as I try to stand up on my two feet while this weight works to drag me down.. all things pass, and so shall this.

Thanks for playing.. toodles!

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S is for Stoopit

I accistupidly deleted all my websites! Arrgh!

Luckily, Like Jesus, I save ..often! so now starts the arduous task of rebuilding my wonderful sites.

Wish me luck!

Well, Do one thing..

As yet another weekend flies right past me, I can’t help but realize that there’s less and less distance between Today and my Birthday. I’m not a big fan of birthdays, you see.. if I were in Logan’s Run, I would have met up with the big ceiling fan in the sky by now. I know, I know.. you’re only as young as you think you are, and I feel like a 25-year old, look like a 28-year old, and act like a 10-year old.. so I should be content.

The thing is, although I may Feel, Look, and Act younger.. I’m not. The world does not cater to my delusions. I’m starting to be seen as “the old guy”, I’m fighting a losing battle against my greys, my metabolism is starting to make me think twice about dessert, and that noise on the radio just doesn’t make any dang-blarned sense to me anymore! Phooey!

I can’t stop the hands of time (dammit!), but I suppose the time is approaching for me to stop being like the Grasshopper and start being more like the Ant. Spurred on by articles such as this one, that remind me of how the sand is falling quicker than I’d like, I’m being forced to think about life over the hill.

One would think that someone such as myself would have no problem picking a “Plan B”. After all, I have many talents! (Giggity! Giggity!) I’ve spent my whole life dabbling in this and that. Unfortunately, THAT is the problem! See, a good friend (Hi! Teleshka!) once said to me “You’ve got to do something 60 times for it to become habit.” (This was when I was having issues learning to ride Horses.. my hip hurts just thinking about it.) Meanwhile, The powers that be state that in order to be an expert at something, you must do that one thing for about 10,000 hours. Well, using those two statements as a reference.. I’d say I have a ton of habits, but as far as expertise.. I’m an expert sleeper? Or am I? My recent sleep study revealed that I don’t sleep well, bouncing in and out of REM erratically which is why I’m always sleepy and take ProVigil to keep me on my toes.

So, knowing that I’m an expert at nothing.. what am I to do? What are my passions? Drawing, Writing, Human Sexuality, Computers. I may not be an expert at anyone one of those things, but surely I’m an expert at all of them combined! The obvious solution would be for me to use Computers to Write books on Human Sexuality which include some awesome Drawings from yours truly. Hmm.. that started off as a joke, but now that I see it in writing, it doesn’t seem so far fetched.

Get to the point already!

Oh, you live.. I was worried about you. Anyway.. The point is this: Plan A is great.. but don’t forget to nurture Plan B. you may need it sooner than you think.

Dr. Zeuss on having kids..

Having kids? Yes, that’d be fun..

but I’ll just be having one.

Wanting two? Well, that won’t do.

Seen the rising cost of shoes?!

Craving three? Nope, not from me!

They’d just sit and watch tv.

If it’s four you’re aiming for,

let me show you to the door.

If to five you must arrive,

there you won’t find me alive.

That’s my limit, nope! No more!

What do you need so many for?

I say one, well, maybe two,

one for me, and one for you.

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