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Scratchy eyes... like when the wind is gusting asymptotically from gale to fucking hurricane across an empty Wal-Mart parking lot in west Texas and you have your lids kissing forehead courtesy of industrial duct tape. Yeah, the Friday's that won't quite make me like that... tired with scratchy eyes. I'm so pleased that the same bandwagon that was preaching the closed mindedness of the Republican masses have now adopted their own flavor of blinders and can only see religious lemmings jumping off the polling cliff or conspiracy theory. A fine example of another "thing" that makes me weary. Important issues are not always easily solved and never resolved exactly to everyone's liking. You can't please everyone all the time. 'Tis life my graceful ladies and horney gentlemen. I was reflecting this morning on getting off my non-blogging ass and moving this site to another host provider, ditching the onslaught of photographs, and writing more... like the old days. That lasted right up to the point I discovered that MT is charging for use now. It's not that I wouldn't pay. It's a great platform that I will forever and hopelessly under-utilize however, I just have no time (read: patience) for installing "the new and improved" version and porting my hoo-ha over to it. I would probably drop the proverbial ball and lose all the mind-dung I've been shoveling here for the last couple of years. I think the thing that led me to the whole blogournal revamp was the fond remembrance of friends that have slipped through the sanded neck of the hourglass and become distant from neglect. Friends that I met specifically via this blog, but enjoyed dialog and correspondence outside the confines of this medium... namely Melissa and Beth. If you can shield yourself from the blog-drama, there are folks out there that are worth knowing. A lot of it is RealLife™ and how time and priorities have their own Doppler effect as we pass through it. Some of my closest friends in the world have been victimized by this very unswervable artifact of reality. My brother Sean, who I am more happy for than words with the announcement of his fresher-than-new-car-smell engagement, is not even the start. My lifelong friend Rob... we never keep in touch as we should. My consigliori buds Greg and Jason... I miss them a lot. Kirk, John, and countless others of varied acquaintance. As Guy would say, I need to find all the friends that I've lost on the road... maybe then I will find me some peace. Back to the basics muthafukkas.

Tonight, I raise my glass of wine (ok, big arse goblet) to you all. God bless you and I'm sorry I am so damn busy. I'm working on it.





(my eyes are still scratchy)