the blog drama

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Saw something yesterday that made me wonder if Governor Grease Slick might not have had something to do with the impetus for Google to spam me with terrorist language, play all kinds of tricks on me, and, with NO further discussion, leave me worried a fire could start right in the middle of my train of thought, and I'd simply be ripped from my "moorings" [such as they are]....

I pretty much hate my alternatives, and have yet to decide whether I should just go zen about an impending cyber-death, or go zenner still and pull off a cyber-phoenix display for the whole world.

But when I saw that thing about my state government legislating to make everyone submit to operating system level age verification, it struck me that might've had something to do with it. That legislation is in flux right now because of open source operating systems needing badly for our state government to get its head out of its ass.

Which will NEVER happen until Jesus returns... or Chronos devours us all....

Okay?

I might flee to some other blogging system, keeping my domaine name, or changing it to reflect my need to nudge humans toward enlightenment. It's deuced hard to try to keep that flowing lately, trying to make little rips, little air holes, in the fabric of delusion for you as I go about my engagement with the world here.

I mean, we might only have another few days before the nukes start flying, people just DO NOT seem able to grok that 25ing 47 might have been our ONLY means to be forgiven our COMPLETELY unwitting — well, how about WITLESS? — abjection to blinking neon, all the way up to eleven, EVIL.

And, I'm going to the supermarket in the middle of the night because I have not been able to stay awake long enough during the day to pull myself together for the task, and I'm HUNGRY enough to just ignore that the middle of the night is NOT the optimal time for crippled little old ladies to be out and about.

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pipe up any time....