The title has nothing to do with this post. It's just the song I'm listening to right now.
Oddly I seem to have acquired a case of blogger's block. Similar to writer's block, except for the fact that writer’s occasionally do come up with something worthwhile. I naturally leave out Ayn Rand and the rest of her ilk.
Hmmm…My keyboard is a tad dirty, I should clean it now.
No.
Must focus…
Must type out words of wisdom for posterity…
(Ellipsis in the previous lines removed the annoying Word Grammatical error)
Trouble is I have nothing to say. Well, I have lots to say but nothing I would care to read once I wrote. There is nothing I feel passionately enough about that I would care to plug for here. Correction, there are things I am passionate about, but I do not care to share them on this blog.
Have thought about deleting this blog a few times, but I do not think I will. I’ll come back in thirty years and laugh at the nonsense I spouted.
Make that twenty years…or ten.
(Note to the future Rajneesh: Keep track of if you laughed at any of the posts)
I acknowledge Inder’s valiant effect to keep the Monkeys dancing. Onward Bengali soldier.
I’m trying to read Alex Haley’s roots. Gotten past the first few chapters and it seems like a fairly good read. Have gotten side tracked to a bit of Gemmel’s pulp fantasy however.
A friend had come over to my place for dinner on Monday. Naturally RAW was on and he was mocking it. Until the hot women came out, at which point the mocking stopped and the drooling started.
The coming Monday I’ll be watching RAW live at the Bryce Jordan Center. Shelled out fifty bucks for the tickets.
The indoor auditorium here at Penn State is the Bryce Jordan Center affectionately known as the BJC. It’s right next to Beaver Stadium. Even for a mind not as perverted as mine, that should suggest some opportunities for low humor.
And that, gentle reader was today’s pearl of wisdom.
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