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Ain't it crazy?
Warning: Personal ramblings follow. You may want to skip.
Why, just today I've been told by a blogging "nemesis" that I'm a good guy who will have his cosmic karma adjusted some by my showing humanity to a stranger... and have also been told, so it would seem*, by someone I once considered a friend for life, that I have questionable character and a sucky blog.
How odd. However, given my net loss playing the lottery to date, I should probably buy a ticket on the way home.
I'm reminded of lyrics from the song "Caledonia," by Scottish folk singer Dougie MacLean, with whom I once shared a pint in the village of Dunkeld, not that that has anything to do with the lyrics, but one should never miss a chance to share a brush with celebrity, no matter how modest, because it'll make you think I'm really cool, even though this run-on sentence is probably undoing it, huh?
Anyway, the lyrics:
I have moved and kept on movingSort of an interpersonal Circle of Life, but without Elton John in an ugly-ass blue tracksuit.
Proved the points that I needed proving
Lost the friends that I needed losing
Found others on the way
So, enough with the personal exposition-type post. I'm not even drunk!**
More of the blogging you've come to love*** later on...
* Hard to say when someone hides behind a bogus name and e-mail address. I think a new commenting policy might be in order.
** Yet. But the weekend is nigh.
*** Or hate. So long as I make you think, then I am fulfilling the mission handed down to me in a dream by Jesus (or was it Marty Feldman? you know how nebulous memories of dreams can be).
