Your sun

by the way would eat your nukes for breakfast.

Sorry this sheer juvenile post makes me laugh.

There's a lot to be measured in written word supposedly...

Rolling eyes at this one.

Sorry Chris, I am more than an annoyance apparently...

Why the worst Christmas Tree?!  Still usable like any good fire hydrant.  :D

Dog park, eh... :D

If I was a bigger tea drinker, I'd mail order some Murchies in remembrance of things past.

Burnt by the Sun

I could recall only so many years being mocked here...

there was a moment that I could have swore when the sun felt like it must have dropped from the sky and burnt my cheeks.  All before I was made to cry the 'right' tears.  Hmmm...

I tell the truth by the way.  :D

I am waiting for the next story called Adaptive robots on Mars invade Earth

This is where the little bots go crazy and find the holy grail for prodigious self replication.  When space runs out on Mars they go for Earth!  Original story?!

Next filler piece...

Who do you think you are to write and self publish anything?!

Or more so it seems when given the opportunity to a voice that one were given to saying little on anything, and being like anything else conformed well in a given place in life.

I see some writing about taking risk, but really publishers, seem to publish about those that talk about saying risky rather than ironically obliging towards the concept of risk.  This sort of risk is talking openly about things that matter financially to the publishing world.  Whether given to the degree of less than substantial fluff, or really another voice to the noise of ideology.   I remember a day so many years ago when a voice were given to change over night a voice at the behest of a power, and likely on American soil.

Cultivating so much a given reputation with the right sort of crowd, and saying the right sorts of appealing things that people love to hear, is a commonplace way of life, linkedin for the lifeline.
In another way it seems so much more like military culture these days as opposed to a civilian democracy, at least in military culture the respected person is given by way of rank and merit, and hence something of the right of authorship, or basically authority in saying, and given all the right to burden underlings in the process, especially hearing redundant and banal media voices paid often times in such a lobby even to accuse another of banality, and likely this is the creativity of militaristic culture for you.

This next blog is filler and to gain stats

Although an intent to disprove the necessity in being someone with a name and reputation relative to self publication.

Generally there isn't much of a name known might suspect for writing, infamy (at least somewhere salacious gossip quieted down), ummm, programming while lacking all manner of organization...my behemoth is growing however.  I have repeated for the n teenth time another LERP  inlined on another file.  Yet I am still happy with myself not for writing anything that is potentially of sale value, or even having the airs of finer publication...O'Reilly media ignores me.  I gained too much weight to be batman now.  I am middle aged.

Crap I am close to being a dead trouser I am afraid!

Crap I am close to being a dead trouser I am afraid!  By the way that's a german idiom at least in so far as my meaning intent.

Oh well I am busy I guess that's what matters.

I am watching all these Japanese films on getting married...who does that here?!  Let alone in Japan any more?!