Nobody posts here (fuck this I'm leaving)

Ha! Just kidding. I will be around. I don't have any hard feelings. I'm not seeking justice. Really. I don't care. People probably have better things to do anyway. I know I do. That's why my posts won't be what they used to be. Soon. When I start my stuff. I really am a lone-wolf anyway. A McGyver if you will. A regular old Dick Cheney. I'll take a break for a while maybe, then you'll all come back. We'll see.

In some strange way, posting to nobody provides an amount of appeal to me. It's like barking at the moon, or talking to your dog. My dog, for example, likes Rush. Power Windows in fact, vinyl preferably. Mystic Rhythms relaxes her. Can somebody tell how many times that particular song has been referenced in this blog. God knows I'll eventually give in and look for myself. What god? Oh... the one that records useless, frivalous, but eventually useful information. My god. Truthfully, I'm thinking of building a database of thought so no gods will have to worry - mine and yours. Yours is already documented but bland. Also, talking to walls provides an outlet for stinging insult. You are one leaning shanty my friend. Broken windows and a weak frame.

Have you ever seen the Stepford Wives? I have, and boy is it a grand conspiracy flick, in a very anti-suburbia way. At first I thought it would just be classic Lifetime film, but it became a science fiction extravaganza. Occasionally I like to make a blind-side statement about things I like. That's the first thing that will be documented in my database.

Well, see you on the flip side Reggie. I'm glad that we're able to communicate electronically like this.