The chief reason I’ve avoided creating a blog is ‘cause -as anyone who knows me will tell you- I absolutely despise being trendy. I’m loath to do anything until it’s way out of fashion, or worse something that implies that “it’s all about ME”. A friend pointed out to me however, that blogs are not just a trend, but also more likely something with which we are forever stuck for better (hopefully) or worse. As the mood strikes me, you’ll come across various rants & raves concerning everything from paid advertising on the floors of super-markets to the absolute necessity of have a computerized tooth brush. E.g. “I remember when stupidity & incompetence became mandatory, and I was just “warming up to” the idea of injustice becoming mandatory, but now that it seems abject paranoia is becoming law, well, I’m starting to get a little pissed off…

...If "failure to be impressed" or "failure to be greedy" ACTUALLY become crimes, I will end up in jail for several non-consecutive life sentences... I could handle the three square meals a day part, but would I be able to decide whose "bitch" I'd be? -I tend to be picky-

“We’re gonna die ‘cause they couldn’t cum”** –DF

“Life is cheap; living is expensive” –HG

“Sleazy dogmas lead to living miscarriages” –LMHS

“We live in a society in which pointing out the obvious is considered to be too alarmist” –TR

“Dirt holds the world together. But don’t think about it too much or you wont be able to eat it” –GA

“Leave us not wallow in the vortex of self-importance” –HG

“The dog might have caught the rabbit if it hadn’t stopped to take a shit” –UNKWN

“There’s a metaphor born every minute” –HG

“Prohibition is the mother of desire” -CY

“To wallow in self-pity is poor form (but it’s okay to get in there & wade once in a while)” –SW

“I believe in the law; it’s always right. I refer of course to Murphy’s Law…” -HG

**Refering to the mess in the middle-east

One hundred & twenty-five years ago, someone abandoned this wheel in what was then probably a field or part of a barn. Now we have found and turned this late 19th century “trash” into art or “centre-piece” or something. Some how I have a hard time envisioning those in the next 125 years to come as finding a lump of computer monitors and approaching it with the same enthusiasm for nostalgia…