It's said that everyone wants to have themselves published. I suppose as an ex-actor/performer turned call center hermit turned unemployed political activist I have as much reason for that as anyone else. But do I have anything worthwhile to say to anyone who might drop by because they clicked the wrong link from another page? Ay, there's the rub.
You, dear reader, already know that I am lousy at Photoshop - or, at least I was 10 years ago when I chopped the image you were greeted with. It seemed appropriate somehow and the quality makes it even more so. I am not a writer or a great "thinker". I don't have an exciting life to share. All I can offer are the thoughts that keep me awake at night; that keep me the unfocused wreck that I've become; that torment me and that delight me. I can say with all honesty this is for me and not for you. (I'm selfish like that) It may be, though, that someone, somewhere will comment on something I say and, through that, help me achieve some clarity over something I'm perplexed about or, at least, provide me with the comfortable feeling that there are others out there who are as scattered as I am.
At any rate, if you ended up here and got sucked in, for whatever reason, dance with me for a little while.
Saturday, March 13, 2010
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