MY SYBIL MOMENT HAS PASSED***UPDATE*** I CLAIM DEVINE INTERVENTION ON THIS BLOG POST

You just have to get your hands out of your pockets sometimes, pick your nose and wipe it on the wall. When you can't stand to look at your own blog... fix it.


I'd rather talk about Post-Micturition Convulsion Syndrome, than what I had up here the last couple days. An old piece of shit like me isn't going to change anything. I can't make folks see that we have something here worth saving. Clean it up and it will work just fine.

So, let's get back to something really important

*****************************************************

As you all know, barring much black space, which turned out to be important, this is where my post ended.

Here's the poop. . . it was a dark and stormy day, rain everywhere, my internet connection kept blinking in and out to limited use... didn't quit - saved - warning not saved.

I think I typed this post three times before it just disappeared. I hit the post button a few times and said - so be it. It had been an especially bad day, so I just laid down before I fell down.

I had done two things...that never appeared to include some dialog.

I had posted the definition of "Post-Micturition Convulsion Syndrome" and told you all how I had laughed and laughed . . . but that it was starting to creep me out.

Secondly, I had, not for the first time, rethought my little "Blog-O-The Week". I realized that there are a lot of people out there that would not be all that pleased to see their blog featured next to an article on the piss shivers. So after this week, I promise to ask first. Only the good Lord knows what will show up on this blog. I'm thinking of doing a self tribute later today.

Finally, my daughter pointed out to me that it wasn't the storm that had the computer on the fritz, it was that damn giant cat forcing himself in, on, and around the computer cords.

So, please direct your attention to the Blog-O-The-Week. It's a new blog, so we can all get in on the ground floor. PLUS... she is a fellow Veteran. Please stop by and tell her thanks...



BTW... Those church boxes to the troops...I mentioned the combat axes again and got the fish eye from a couple of those old girls. So, what shall I put in? I have been released from "just cookies".




Go ahead, tell me how disgusting this is and how I shouldn't be allowed to Bloggerfy anymore.