Response to my dear friend Mike

A few days ago, this woman began mouthing off her opinion to the captive audience of after-diner tea. And although unsolicited and ignorant it was, she insisted on voicing her views against her better judgment. She objected against the little blue pill (Viagra or Cialis), claiming that it was unnatural and conflicted with her “old fashion” ideas. Or so she so valiantly exclaimed, as she thrusted the dagger deeper into my crotch.

I briefly entertained thoughts of strangling her with my limp dick, but instead chose to leave these childish deliberations. Better left to the young, I say. You must understand, some battles are waged only to satisfy ones pride. And I suffer not the incessant needs of confrontation and validation. So I politely excused myself, not wanting to be part of this conversation any longer. I don’t masturbate in public, since this would have been just that.

But her words kept following me throughout the evening.
Like a persistent itch, wanting to be relieved.
Like a dog wanting a bone.
Like a closeted whore wanting to be spat on by a man resembling her father.
Like some dude wanting to ejaculate all over the mushrooms in the grocery store (not me).

But how does someone come to this opinion?
Let’s see, here are some little known facts about her.
This is a woman, who in her relationships with men, has never experienced first hand, a melting cock.

Impotent isn’t just a flaccid penis, lady.
It’s a man’s inability to bring pleasure to his partner or even himself.
It’s the inevitable moment where the other person questions, is it me?
It’s knowing that you can’t follow through with any promise of intimacy.
It’s the distance unable to be bridged.
It’s resisting something that in itself, is unnatural.
It’s wanting to be part of a moment so badly, only wanting, never being allowed to know the warmth of being inside someone.
It’s having someone, completely oblivious and ignorant to the emotions at play here, sitting a mere arms length away from you, and insinuating that impotence doesn’t even exists, because you can’t possibly fathom, that is someone could accept that such a thing does in fact exists, then how can they possibly be so blatantly cruel.

Men don’t assume to know the trials women endure through their menstrual cycles. Or what childbirth can do to the mind and body. That is some scary and often tragic shit that we’ll never fully understand. And so in turn, a woman cannot and should never be so arrogant in their perfect little picket fence of a life, to have an opinion on something that will never touch her. Unless her clit grows to 6 inches, and she starts humping the family cat.

“Old fashioned” is old for a valid reason.
(takes a deep breath...)
It’s because it’s been discarded with the dirty diapers and anti-Semitic, racist, homophobic, bigoted, sexist, cult obsessed, religious fanatic, lobotomized, pill popping, negro-hanging, cigarette smoking, communist interrogating, blacklisting, prohibiting, gun enthusiast, progress fearing, electricity is the Devil, youth loathing, child beating, name calling, feminist man-hating, vegan lobbying, tv-evangelistic, info-mercial watching, reality-television producing, Reagan supporting, kitten torturing, fanny-pack wearing, break-dancing, goat humping, the garbage will be picked up on Tuesday, sanctimonious, Ale-fucking-luya, club wielding yuppies from the atomic age.
(...and exhale)
What the fuck will you target next?
Penicillin?
Christ lady, grow up, smarten up, or get off the bus.

Mike you know how I love you dearly and I hate you too LOL. We are much alike but you make me feel impotent at times, retarded. You certainly say many of the same things I do but so much better with so much more passion and in a more literary style.

Anyway one of the reasons maybe why I don’t come up with as much ranting to begin with is that I have become quite recluse in my old days not quite as crazy as Howard Hughes yet but working my way up there. For one thing I do not have the nerves anymore to listen to stupidity or unruly people, adults or children even though they are very hard to escape at times I never ever go out without my sunglasses, my cap and especially my mp3 player (usually my mobile phone) and my PRICELESS Sennheiser CX 300, $100 is a cheap investment on my sanity.

It’s not only the pleasant nice quality music you hear that is nice it’s also all the fucking crap you are not FORCEFULLY submitted to like a Guantanamo Water Torture for the Ears.

The world is absolutely full of idiots and most of our blogging and ranting will be like throwing pearls to swine most of the time I bet we are preaching to the already converted.

When it comes to buses or trains or even driving (I can’t drive even in a suburb for more than 5 minutes without losing my temper and swearing to make a sailor blush every time some idiot cuts me off) I am always reminded of this old joke.

A son walks into the living room and asks his dad to borrow the car because he has a hot date.
The dad says, ''Sure, as soon as you cut your long hair.''
The boy smiles and thinking he has outsmarted his dad replies, ''Dad, Jesus had long hair...''
And the dad replies, ''Yeah, and Jesus walked everywhere he went too, didn't he?''

I can just imagine Jesus driving on the highway at the 100 kms speed limit and some idiotic asshole enters the highway right in front of him at 40.

You &^%$%^ (*&^% where the #$%&^& did you learn to drive?

Oops! Sorry! Can’t save the world anymore I am not without sin but it was his fricking fault dad. Couldn’t help it.

So the solution to enlightment and Nirvana is to walk everywhere with your walkman on full blast and outside noise reducing earphones et voila Eden and Paradise and Heaven on a stick even better stay at home with your walkman on and order everything on the Internet. Isn’t there some sort of psychomania like this in Japan where a kid doesn’t get out of his room for years? Forgot what it’s called.

Your long one breath ranting a la Dennis Miller was super.

It’s because it’s been discarded with the dirty diapers and anti-Semitic, racist, homophobic, bigoted, sexist, cult obsessed, religious fanatic, lobotomized, pill popping, negro-hanging, cigarette smoking, communist interrogating, blacklisting, prohibiting, gun enthusiast, progress fearing, electricity is the Devil, youth loathing, child beating, name calling, feminist man-hating, vegan lobbying, tv-evangelistic, info-mercial watching, reality-television producing, Reagan supporting, kitten torturing, fanny-pack wearing, break-dancing, goat humping, the garbage will be picked up on Tuesday, sanctimonious, Ale-fucking-luya, club wielding yuppies from the atomic age.

And as for impotence and all other human shortcomings there will never be a lack of self righteous, egotistical, cattle raised, brain washed, immoral hypocrites who will try to lift their pitiful ugly noses and find someone who at least in their corrupted crooked eyes is lower than them.

Being diabetic, cardiac, and on all kind of meds and antidepressants and not mentioning booze and drugs I certainly can relate more often than I want to really.

The strangest last episode was kind of almost worst in fact, LOL, Little Joe responded to the task, got up where he should but went nowhere else, absolutely refused to reach the top of Mount Everest. What a frustration. The pharmaceutical company calls it a possible side effect of anorgasmia. I call it Sisyphus with a hard on. You’re NOT gonna get your rocks off buddy.

Love one another and leave me the hell alone

Ah just a few short or maybe not so short more random notes on the subject. Sanctity, Holiness, Sacrilege and BLASPHEMY. Here is a word they threw at Jesus plenty of time when you want to get rid of someone you hate you want to steal his house, his goods or his wife you call him a blasphemer, or a traitor or the flavour of the day a terrorist. Such an easy cheap accusation and how many people have used it for evil ends like rape or blackmail or extortion.

It works even best where you re some sort of a “pillar of society” again: being reminded of that apocryphal Susanne’s story in Daniel’s book here. Ah some of them pillars are going to have to answer for a lot. Not looking forward to retribution for myself but in order to have some sort of justice there MUST be retribution and reckoning one day and I mean not the kind of justice, retribution and reckoning that we have today on this utterly corrupted planet.

So I guess my current question among many is not the problem of God, even though this is an important one, you don’t wanna miss on that exam I tell you, or the problem of good and evil, another complex one, or the problem of Life and its purpose and so many others but my haunting question these days is the problem of JUSTICE, ETERNAL RIGHTEOUS JUSTICE.

Are we just animals and tough luck for the antelope or the mouse or the fish that just got eaten or the child that got molested and killed or the gazillion acts of suffering and injustice to apparently innocent people that happen every day with never a single retribution or apparent punishment for the perpetrators who too often die of a ripe old age in their sleep? I just can’t believe this.

Grace is fine at time and all of us can certainly use some but more than a few seem to be beyond grace: genocide or napalm manufacturers or psychopaths and countless others; corrupted heartless greedy murderers who just don’t seem to mind or to care a single bit. If there is such a thing as Karma one cannot imagine what they would come back as for payback.

It is getting to the point where I don’t want to travel anymore you see I have two terrible habits that would get me in big big trouble in some places. No No I don’t deal drugs, for one thing I like to kiss my wife in public and it comes to me naturally, well in some countries it would end me in the locker if not worse and for another I have this errrr bad nasty habit of having a little phlegm at time and well errrrr I just spit it out (Sorry folks I try to be discreet about it) J but in some other places that would get me the cane the same as if I had graffiti a Ferrari or something. Besides the thousands little counties laws everyone has like Ani DiFranco says Smile pretty and watch your back.

O well I could go on and on and Jack Kerouac should have started his own religion. J

But in the meanwhile to mix Jack and Ani: Smile Pretty and watch your back and

All is well, practice kindness, heaven is nigh.

Sanctity and Sacredness

Semantics again! I never quite understood the principle of holiness and sanctity anyway. Be Holy is a very vague command. Plus it means a million different things to a million different people. What is holy, sacred or sanctified to you may mean nothing at all to me but primitive superstition. For one thing I have the hardest time to sanctify object or material of any kind even the more when there is a profit made by the making and selling of them.

If I had to sanctify a couple of things I suppose it would be air and water since without them I could not sanctify much else for too long. In truth and in spirit seem to be a nice ideal where much less material is involved and where it is pretty well left to you without someone breathing down your neck trying to kill you next time your hypocrisy is not as good as his.

The John Lennon song “Imagine” is the closest thing to holiness and sanctity I can think of but it will never happen. The mess is that SOMEONE is always trying to do God’s Work and it often involved killing a whole bunch of infidels of which of course we are not part. Harmony, love and respect is fine but it never stops there I am going to stick my mode of harmony love and respect down your throat whether you like it or not is more the style of the eon.

Free will as you wish but this creation is highly animal like and destructive besides being simply ignorant and sanguinary.

Can never have the blooming Elois without the bloody Morlocks it seems. All this meat eating is always bad business and one too often ends up as one’s meal not to mention the ultimate end: one’s excrements. But there was trouble before meat eating anyway even though even at this early age some killing (called sacrificing) was involved and one got his head busted over that debate.

I always come back to Kerouac, would have loved to meet the man and have a few convos with him, more or less sober ones preferably J

But he said All human beings are also dream beings. Dreaming ties all mankind together. and All is well, practice kindness, heaven is nigh.

I am not so sure at times that ALL HUMAN are dream beings but if I was to write one day my Martin Luther King Speech I am not even sure of how it will go since it would be maybe a nice exercise in beauty and truth and love and poetry but also a nice exercise in utter and total futility.

I HAVE A DREAM, well I certainly do and it might be very similar to the Eloi WITHOUT the Morlocks but a bit like this bipolar disorder and so many other things one cannot have the highs without the lows, the truth without the lies and good without evil and evil is what spoils it all in each and every one of our hearts and souls.

There seems for absolutely illogical and unfathomable reasons to be an absolute need for evil. Create 6 billions Elois and let one Morlock in there and it will spread like a virus. One cannot have the sheep without the damn wolves.

Someone has written somewhere and it is very puzzling for some of the wanna be sheeps who can never stay pure anyway and more than likely are even often deluded about being innocent harmless sheep.

And there is just no solution at all, tis absolutely impossible to cull and eradicate all the wolves to the point where some sheep would miss em and turn into them I believe.

One could not even create a small Eloi Kingdom in a far and isolated island as some Judas and Thomas or Anybody would turn it into the Lord of the Flies, which I haven’t read yet but believe to understand the concept.

Quoting Jack again men are not like gods but like dogs.

Someone got dyslexic at the very beginning and misread the recipe for creation.

O well we can still dream and lull our senses with nice words but that’s all they will remain for a long long time WORDS.

Harmony. Kindness. Love. Truth. Beauty. Understanding. Wisdom. Heck add Eternal Life to that but then Eternal Life without the previous words is not a dream anymore but the ultimate nightmare.

On a sub note worthy of study it would seem that eliminating appetites and need for it easier on a perfect world as food and sex always seem to complicate things.

Money is another ultra major hurdle and handicap to this utopian world.

O well one day just for the futility of it and the exercise of mind and philosophy I will attempt to write my “I have a dream” even though writing a dystopia would seem more reachable. J

DOOM & GLOOM

It just seems so obvious to me that since this planet cannot get rid of all the junk we throw at it fast enough (plastic, nuclear waste, petrol, pollution of all sorts) it will do what is necessary to survive as it has always done and will get rid FIRST of its biggest threat: US, human beings and then it will have all the time in the world to clean the tons of garbage we left behind and return to its once pristine condition.

There are only 2 solutions outside of Armageddon and some external salvation coming from above.

1. We self-destruct and leave no one behind and I mean not a single soul otherwise it will all have to be redone again a a few thousand years. Or

2. This planet spew us out entirely like a bad virus and doesn’t stop to the very last soul. And I am sure Mother Nature has a thousand way to do that, cataclysms of all sorts or just a super duper virus more like an antibiotic in fact to get rid of us the real viruses and don’t stop taking your medications til all these filthy human bacterias are entirely eliminated and annihilated to the last one.

WE ARE BEYOND REPAIR.

Our priorities are so screwed up it’s mind blowing. Instead of taking care of war, famine, poverty, justice, equality, abortions and murders of all sorts, drug, alcohol, ignorance and superstition we have activists who are so much against killing babies that they kill the doctors instead, so much again cruelty to animal that they kill the scientists. I find most Activists as a rule a very scary bunch a bit like a mob out of control from Zola’s Germinal.

Some of these issues anyway have much deeper roots and sources than just pulling the dandelion out so the grass looks green. Many seem so much more concerned in this society in keeping the outside of the cup clean not minding that the inside is filthy and rotten to the core. Being a Pharisee and a hypocrite won’t solve a thing at all. A clean facade is nothing but a lie as a matter of fact I think Jesus had much more issues and anger towards the so called pillars of societies that pretended to be holy than with many sinners we tend to look down at and despise like prostitutes and winos etc.

Anyhow I just can’t join the bandwagon of optimists and dreamers who think this world would get better, it hasn’t improved at all in thousands of years and shows no sign of any improvement in the next 10 thousand years either.

And the only thing that keeps me from being a total atheist and nihilist is that despite all the illogical idiocies that happen daily, hourly in this world A DAY OF RECKONING seems to be an absolute logical end to all this. Logical in an illogical world! What a paradox!

Marasme de l'âme

Fake it ‘til you believe it.

Continue the fallacy!

Faith , Placebo, Manic Delusion and even Optimism and the grand illusion or delusion either of CONTROL.

I wonder if one day depressive realism will get the recognition it should instead of so much other bullshit and fads and controversies with a million new therapies of all kind Cognitive Behaviour Therapy being only one of them. I really resent scientists who compare our brains to computers since we are “machines” a billion times more complex than any computer will ever be and the power of intellect is one small part of us while the power of emotions, good and evil, ignorance and stupidity, delusions and mis and disinformation is as vast as the universe. Add greed and hatred and deep psychological scars sometimes from a very early age if not even preborn and here we go in the marasm of human complexity and total inability to solve any major important problems like war, famine, superstition and so much more.

A side note on this concept of continuing the fallacy and fake it til you believe it is that basically you lie to yourself until you believe your own lies so even though it might make you feel better basically you are more crazy then you were before you started and live a false delusion. Fallacy, delusions, disassociation, Lies and deceit are so far engrained in this world that it is nearly impossible to ever decipher the truth and I have a feeling that mental health to begin with should have the truth as its rock solid foundation.

Semantics again and its crippling limitations are so annoying. The word marasme in French is such a beautiful word with many metaphorical nuances where in English it is reduce to a body sickness.

Coming from the Greek marasmos it implies drying out, decaying, depression, basically a long going down hill with inevitable doom at the end.

All languages have limitations like that therefore the expression “lost in translation” ever since the tower of Babel we have crippled communications on the whole planet. It makes me wonder at times if there is not a pure state of communication somewhere in a spiritual or physical universe where concepts, ideas, emotions, feelings and needs and wants are not expressed in a perfect telepathic way. On this planet it would be totally impossible given the high impurity of the soul in emissions and in reception but it is nice to think and imagine that somewhere somehow sometime it would be possible to bond in a perfect way and have all the exact words meanings and understanding of one another.

In a less ideal way I suppose that two or three Charles Berlitz could have a multilingual conversation that would just be awesome always picking the right word from the right language to express as shortly as possible the right idea. J

It is said that he reached adolescence speaking eight languages fluently. One anecdote I always loved from him is that apparently once a reporter asked him what was the hardest part of speaking so many languages and he answered to remember or know what language I said my last sentence. Something I can really relate to even though I only speak two languages because when you’re fluent you don’t think in words but in concept and ideas and the tool used is irrelevant. I always find it very refreshing and practical to have a nice long Frenglish conversation with a bilingual friend, switching back and forth to whatever is easiest to express the right idea.

I wonder if this is not the concept explained in this famous bible passage.

1Co 13:8 Charity never fails. But if there are prophecies, they will be abolished; if tongues, they shall cease; if knowledge, it will be abolished.

1Co 13:9 For we know in part, and we prophesy in part.

1Co 13:10 But when the perfect thing comes, then that which is in part will be caused to cease.

1Co 13:11 When I was an infant, I spoke as an infant, I thought as an infant, I reasoned as an infant. But when I became a man, I did away with the things of an infant.

1Co 13:12 For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face. Now I know in part, but then I shall fully know even as I also am fully known.

1Co 13:13 And now faith, hope, charity, these three remain; but the greatest of these is charity.

Some sort of Astral Love Making! J

PROPHET OF GAD!

Knowledge is not the answer.

For one thing even if it was it's just not good enough

And though I have the gift of prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge, I am nothing.

PLUS C.S. Lewis and Georges Orwell had a bit of comprehension of the spirit of the days. the god of this world.

In "The Screwtape Letters" C S Lewis wrote something to the effect that humans are forever classifying philosophies of various sorts according to

whether they are "modern" or "oldfashioned, "freethinking" or "conventional", "ruthless" or "outdated". He has his senior devil warn his junior never

to allow a human to think about whether an idea is actually true or not. Once a human has gotten into the habit of asking "is this true or not?", who

knows where it might lead?

How could you have a slogan like "freedom is slavery" when the concept of freedom has been abolished? The whole climate of thought will be

different. In fact there will be no thought, as we understand it now. Orthodoxy means not thinking—not needing to think. Orthodoxy is

unconsciousness.

In fact Aristotle had a good idea too of going nowhere with his 3 musketeers: Ethos, Pathos and Eros errr I mean Logos. :)

Add to this endless rhetorics, spin, arguments, countless kinds of fallacies, greed, lust, hatred, anger, ignorance, stupidity and delusion and you have

a tiny start to imagining the impossible task of UNEARTHING the TRUTH.

Might as well try to find peace and silence at the Knesset!

He is proud, knowing nothing, but doting about questions and strifes of words, whereof cometh envy, strife, railings, evil surmisings,

Perverse disputings of men of corrupt minds, and destitute of the truth, supposing that gain is godliness: from such withdraw thyself.

But godliness with contentment is great gain.

For we brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.

And having food and raiment let us be therewith content.

So basically my almost every morning question "Who am I? Where am I? What's the purpose of life?" has no intellectual answer.

Now on top of all this let's add on a legion of disorders and there we go on the roller coaster of so called reality.

I still consider it an honour and a glory though to be considered "disorderly" in this world.

Fate and/or genetics and/or GAD and/or or God Himself had decided I was going to be quite different and I say Amen to that.

GAD I discovered is an old Semitic God of Fate and Fortune: two more unanswerable equations in this whole esoteric and mysterious mess.

But GAD is also another disorder I can add on top of my domino effect here, my legion coming back to haunt me of old, I being the inbred child of satyr and a harpy myself. :)

Doctor of Disorders

Dr. Joseph Caissy B.D.II, SPD*, OCPD. BPD, GAD

DSM-IV-TR = 296.89

DSM-IV-TR = 301.22

DSM-IV-TR = 301.4

DSM-IV-TR = 301.83

DSM-IV-TR = 300.02

*Schizotypal Personality Disorder

So now that makes me a Prophet of GAD! :)

A little more to the equation, a couple of defective chromosomes, 9 and 22, a very dysfunctional family (Someone once said I have YET to meet a

functional family), 15 years of cult mind melting, drugs and alcohol to kill a horse and at at a higher level than any nation et VOILA!

TADAAAAAAA!

C'EST MOI! :) In all my Glory!

Oh yeah for the authorities spying on me here I ONLY drink alcohol these days: the legal shit! :)

But I drink more than a small nation and I am rewriting the book on what is heavy drinking.

Russia drinks an average of 18 litres of pure alcohol per capita, bunch of wusses, I drink FIFTY FIVE.

They call 50 g of alcohol a day heavy drinking, I call it a good start!

120g is decent more than that and my old body pays.

Australian, 3rd in the world in beer drinking has 110 l per capita,

Czech #1 has 157 l.

I average 700 plus!

And not only that most of the beer in the world is piss at 4 to 5 %,

mine hovers between 7 and 10%.

God I LOVE STATISTICS! LOL!

So here it is in a NUT shell, pun intended.

Knowledge is useless so let's try to find love instead!

AGAPE WHERE ARE YA?

Ecc 12:1 Remember now thy Creator in the days of thy youth, while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;

Ecc 12:2 While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:

Ecc 12:3 In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,

Ecc 12:4 And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;

Ecc 12:5 Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:

Ecc 12:6 Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.

Ecc 12:7 Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.

Ecc 12:8 Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.

Ecc 12:12 And further, by these, my son, be admonished: of making many books there is no end; and much study is a weariness of the flesh.

P.S. I just realised what killed Jim Morrison, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, River Phoenix, Bon Scott, and many others:....

SKINNINESS! :)

The only reason I am not dead with the ridiculous massive quantities of drugs and/or alcohol I have taken in my life is probably because I've always

been a 200 pounders plus. Put the same quantities in a 100 lbs body and I am so dead! Ok maybe one of the reasons then! :)

Considering my last discussion of whether there is or there isn't a "TIME" appointed for each one of us no matter what.

And to Natalie Merchant again I don't care whether you think I am self destructive or not, anyway I should not matter to you since I will be just like

you in a short time , forgotten and unknown. Us mad people have a logic to our madness. Or maybe it's just an Icarus Complex?

A constellation of mental conflicts...

Hey maybe I am on to something here again! GAD! Icarus! Narcissus! Sysiphus! My Legion!

My Icarus Complex was rather meaning to get so close to the light to want the light so much you get consumed by it.

I want the truth but like Jack said I CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH! OBVIOUSLY!

Considering I was lied to from day one, no wonder.

Always wondered why my parents never had a wedding anniversary like all the others in school! :)

Icarus complex

Psychiatry A constellation of mental conflicts, the degree of which reflects the imbalance between a person's desire for success, achievement, or

material goods, and the ability to achieve those goals; the greater the gap between the idealized goal and reality, the greater the likelihood of failure.

toxic core

Psychiatry A 'factor' hypothesized to ↑ cardiovascular mortality–CM in type As, who are angry, cynical, distrustful, and repress marked hostility

towards others. See Negative emotions, Toxic emotion, Type A personality.

DON'T YOU JUST LOVE SCIENCE? :)

Is a BLOG A LEGACY?

Came into this world with nothing and so far I still have most of it.

And that is what I will leave also.

No worries like Solomon about my progeniture wasting it all away.

I mean a blog is no Orwell or Huxley or H.G. Wells or even Agatha Christie or even worse Barbara Cartland God forbid.

I mean I feel the former were more useful to the world than the latter.

Mind you I learned of few things from Sherlock Holmes like for instance to not crowd your mind, a limited space, with facts that will be useless for your purpose in life. And my wife will tell you she learned a lot from crime novels in fact in this house we don't call them "who done it?" we call them "how to". When she looks for a crime novel she heads in the DYI and Self Help section at the bookstore.

Many great authors have left their "MARKS" but what does a blogger leave?

A Legacy is what someone or something is remembered for or what they have left behind that is remembered, revered or has impacted current events and the present day.

OR

left behind; old or no longer in active use

Considering how many blogs die like Ira Hayes drunk and forgotten in a ditch, a blog is more like a lottery ticket really, useless if it doesn't win anything, an invalid scratchie.

Maybe a little less polluting depending on the carbon tax on my screen light and yours.

O well I COULD think of much worst things to do with my time and who knows maybe just one of them atoms will hook somewhere important like this turtle egg among millions that survives all the odds against it.

While I do it I FEEL creative no matter what and I can get back to it and look at it or use it to reorganize my thoughts and my history.

Bridge and Chess in comparison seem more futile even though at times I think everything IS futile but then again if something gives you more pleasure than another then it is somewhat LESS futile in a futile world. :)

Life could be worst and I could be Cool Hand Luke condemned to forced labours and then we might have here is a huge fucking FAILURE TO COMMUNICATE! LOL

P.S. which remind me one day I might have to put an MA rating on my blog here! :) Mild to Coarse Language.