This is the end...my friend.
Actually, you know where to find me.
Who knows? I may come back here if I need to.
But...I won't throw away my work. Let it stand.
"Life is what happens to you while you're making other plans." -John Lennon
This is the end...my friend.
I've decided to switch over to TypePad. Yeah, it's a blogging service that you pay for, but I can do a lot more with it than I can with Blogger. I was thinking of upgrading to a better blog anyhow, but what happened gave me extra motivation to get it done.
I'm not sure if I am going to keep this blog up. (I will for at least a week, though, so don't worry, new renter. Long, Slow, Beautiful Dance) So before you go all sentimental on me, I may change my name (and URL) again and disappear into cyberspace anonymity as best as I can. I will always blog, but the name of the blog may change.
I've been eating a lot for the past few days. I mean that I've been chowing down more than two people need to survive. I can't sleep. An uneasiness kicks me in the stomach and I lie awake far too late in the night/early morning.
I wanted you to know I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away
I keep your photograph; I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away
The worst is over now and we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There’s so much left to learn, and no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m open
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
‘Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel light when you’re gone away
I'm leaving town this Wednesday and I won't be back until Sunday. My dad is going in for surgery on Thursday to remove part of his colon and do some more 'exploring'.
I hypothesize if an author has a controversial book, then she/he is doing their job by making the reader think. Good books* are supposed to make people discuss and analyze pre-conceived notions.
Hey, I'm working on something offline. Anyone have a question? Or need advice? If I like your question, I'll answer it and put it up as a post.
Not that having lesbian comic book characters is a new idea, (Rainmaker from GenX is purportedly lesbian. Look her up. ) but I guess Super Dykes are becoming more mainstream. Cool. I like that.
Got a new renter. You know the drill. ;)