House Keeping

Damn. Take a break from Facebook for a short while and when I come back, there's a Gajillion notifications, chat heads ups, and a sizable number of friend requests for me to deal with. Okay, okay, it wasn't a Gajillion notifications ......... Well, maybe it was. "Gajillion" is not an official word. I can't find it in any dictionary on my selves. But it is listed online as;

"An informal and hyperbolic term for an unspecified number....."

So there. The AI wizards have embraced it. Time to get on the band wagon. So yeah, I had a Gajillion notifications waiting for me to deal with.

I got busy and cleaned up the mess. Now I sit here with nothing to say because of course all the crap I was chewing on over the last 6 weeks while I was elsewhere is MIA now. It's like all of a sudden I am on the stage at the podium and about to speechify. I stand there numb as a box of rocks with a blank mind, not even the faintest idea of what to say.

Thankfully, I am not really on a stage standing mute while an audience of Gajillion begin to twist and squirm in their seats. I am at home self flagellating, totally unembarrassed because I know getting back into writing is a process that often needs me to just start writing, whether or not it makes sense, has a point, or is of the slightest interest to anyone, anywhere the Internet goes.

With all that in mind, I will cease the inanities and silly shit and walk away from the podium.

Keep it 'tween the ditches ......................................

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I re-discovered a song from my youth. It was a hit during my Teen Club days in the 1960s. Only now, I listened to it with 73 year old ears, not the young ears of a kid not sure what was good music and what was bad.

Here is the Zombies with their hit , "She's not there". Definitely a much better song than I gave it credit for when I was young and numb.