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But I really want to write something.

Okay. I’m sitting outside on my patio, having some beer and listening to music. iTunes on Shuffle.

The weather is gorgeous. It’s later in the evening. Almost 2200hrs, and I feel like I don’t want to go inside any space ever again.

If I’m correct, Jupiter is right in front of my eyes. It’s huge. Right this time of year it should be huge, I believe. So I’ve got a front row seat!

I was listening to this earlier. It makes me cry no matter how many times I listen to it.

What else? Why don’t you tell me?


Someone enjoyed the last song I put up. Awesome! And thank you.

More awesome, is I used to stream my own music. MP3 Of The Moment.

However, I required someone who had a Server. ftp up the files as WP wouldn’t let you actually upload your own files.

At least not in the way I wanted to for everyone. I enjoyed adding comments and quips below the link.

Well I’ve been gone so long, this is new! Toss up a fucking TouYube? That might help a lot with my own music choices!

I just might have to warn people that it’s all about the music, the song. Not the ridiculous, or even visually horrific images where I am guilty of assault.

I’m free and clear with this one though! At least as far as this one is concerned; song and images.

I desperately want Tukker’s jacket as well.

https://youtu.be/cYeFSbKOTOg


The Phantom has returned. Maybe she will Post once a month, a year, it will be useless, ranty, but that’s how she’s feels now.

Plus not giving a damn crap about grammar.

I’d get into the story but I’m too tired and honestly ready for the Psych Ward because of it.

Soothing Goth Music and loads of drugs to get to sleep.

Laters.


Hey, Folks.

Eleven and a half years has been a pretty good run?

There’s a joke amongst all of us Bloggers. It’s a joke because it happens all the time. “The Blogging Crisis!”

Or “Crises.”

Blank Page Of Writer’s Block, Fear, Frustration, Do I Write For My Readers or Do I Write For Me, My Stats Are Dropping, Everyone Else Is Better Than Me…

I could go on.

Another question asked, is about fun; enjoyment. That’s my reason. I don’t enjoy Blogging anymore. I don’t find it fun.

I do need to make some more Posts for clarification in some areas. However, I don’t think I’ll invest a lot of time in cleaning up a lot of things on the Index Page. And more?

When I’m done, I will leave it up for a while so people can still read it. Out of extreme humility, I do not want to say this, but I know it has helped people.

I am merely basing this on the Comments I have received, and friends I have made. Other forms of contact, and those who I have been honoured to meet in person.

Updates to follow.

Thank you and much love to all.
PA


Well, I can try. Second night at Dad’s now. My sister and uncle just blasted into the room as she flew in from across the country. Things are now getting more and more stressful as I’m coming face to face with extended family members I kicked them out of my life (including my father in the next room.) I did so because they would give you Ebola through a simple phone call.

When I saw my sister, I started crying because I haven’t seen her a bajillion years. She was pretty cold, ambivalent maybe? Both? She did complement my shoes.

Still running on fumes. Actually had a full meal today. For dinner a Bison Burger! Welcome to Canada! You wouldn’t see that on every restaurant menu though.

Tomorrow I have to go the Funeral Home with my sister and pay for the Cremation. A financial glitch, but I would have done it anyway! She was my mother!

I’ll get reimbursed.  It will be covered by a Government Pension Mom was receiving. Of course, I know to get a Death Certificate. When dealing with Estate Laws you ALWAYS get multiple copies of Death Certificates for everything that you have to handle.

I meant to write more about my feelings and emotions. There is just so much going on. A concoction of business, chaos, miscommunication and exhaustion. It doesn’t leave much time for even the slightest pause or glimpse into one’s inner thoughts, and time to reflect upon them. Right now, I’m either the walking dead (bad pun) or functioning on a UFO’s Autopilot System.

 


For the first time in my life, I’ve received more Tweet Notification Activity in numbers, than Comments on my Blog.

“Normally” that would be fine. 

However, I have over 100 or so people saying something about me saying something that I really didn’t think was something special at all.

It’s so, totally and obnoxiously fun, when you can take an amazing run-on sentence and hold it captive.  Make you do whatever you want it to, manipulate it as a Writer, even before the Random Note has been sent out? As long as you avoid Purple Prose.

Which that was.  I’m stunned A lot of Spam-A-Rama? I looked at my Inbox, briefly.  I’ve never been messed on Twitter before l figured who was trying to mess with me first.

*sighs*

Tired.

Just something to put up here because it’s such a massive contrast.  Which form of Social Media is beating up the other, you know?

They’re all going to see this on Twitter.  That’s even more of the crazy.

PA the AI should definitely become unplugged now.


I think that says it all.  

Although, we could add “Reader’s Cement Truck Pouring Block.”  That seems quite reasonable.

But what’s even worse; even more pathetic and frustrating, is that I could “cheat” (or actually beat) my loss of creativity. How? This is where it really hurts.

I could write Posts about some things I’ve done in the past.  These things that allow for very simple continuation.  Or, they would just simple on their own.

I’ve even written things down! Kind of.  So, does that mean I’m only some per centage of getting sucked into the Cement…sand? Uhhh… I just lost my truck of thought…

Goodgurbleuhyy…

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Am I going to show up on Twitter using WP now? Now? Now? Now? Immediately after I finish typing? Now? Now? N…

After being Referee at the longest, most painful Technological Boxing Match, ever? 

Now? Now? Now? 

Painful, due to them both pummeling the hell out of the Referee. That was me, remember?

Here we go, you shitbag apps.