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Links
Well, the weird weather here is alarming; yesterday = another 60 degree day in charm city hon. No winter snow anywhere and already not enough water! Is this global warming, or only a regional weirdness, and next year we'll be freezing our asses of again? It's not just Maryland; it's the entire eastern seaboard that's experiencing this odd weather pattern. I'm wondering about the other side of the world, and what's going on there? And as I wonder I'm reminded, one of the things I'm most ashamed of is the United States lack of commitment in protecting the environment, both here and around the world.

Why did you title this post links?
It doesn't have anything to do with the weather, or maybe in a bizarre way it does. Whether you care or not that is the question, or is it the answer? What I'm getting at is I'm going to link to everybody who's doing the Tuesday Too.

Sooner, or later?
Soon as I can get around to it.

Aren't you supposed to be working on your thesis?
Yeah, so I guess I better do the links today, and then not post for a couple of days. In other words, go cold turkey on blogging, so I can focus on what I don't want to do, but must.

"When I hear somebody sigh, 'Life is hard,' I am always tempted to ask, 'Compared to what?'"
--Sydney Harris
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Tuesday Too
1.) In what way is your online personality different from your off line personality?
Online I am much more "out there", sometimes to the point of saying things I probably shouldn't have said, or should have said to an individual directly rather then to the whole world. Then the question becomes do I restrain myself online, or catch up offline?

2.) Do you have an unusual animal story? Tell us about it.
When I was a kid growing up beside the river, I found a baby duck on the shore that only had one webbed foot. The other foot had probably been lost to a crab or a snapping turtle. The duck lived in a box with his little leg bandaged up for about a month. I started taking the duck down to the beach to swim after the wound healed. The first few times we went he could only swim in circles. As he got stronger he learned to compensate for the missing foot and by the end of the summer had managed to keep with up the other ducks. So off he went just like the rest of us.

3.) Why would you, or wouldn't you want your mother to read your blog?
My mother has known me long enough to be calm in the face of danger; in fact there's not much that rattles her. I wouldn't mind if she read it, but I wouldn't point her in this direction, because most of what I say here she's heard about from me already.

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Synchronicity
How are we connected to each other? What makes those connections stick or come unglued? Sometimes the connection with a stranger can astound you. Here's one particular connection I stumbled across today. While still out there cruising the sites of those who chose to do the Tuesday Too, to my surprise I arrived on Leah's page with three cats all dressed up. Presumably they have somewhere to go. Well that kitty in the middle is a clone of my guy who moved out of town on Wednesday, but that's not all. Abbott my friend/housemate who does not "do the net thing", related this morning a dream: He's at a wedding and they can't get started because the best man hasn't arrived. The best man turns out to be my cat all dressed up.

Is this some kind of Freudian dream analysis?
Absolutely not; it's Jung all the way to the wonderment of how we connect with each other in uncanny ways.

"An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered."
--G. K. Chesterton
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Seeing the Sites
Yesterday and today I've been cruising around to almost all the sites of the folks who did the Tuesday Too. Still have a few more to visit today and I'm glad that I do; it's been a pleasure to see what other folks are doing/saying with their blogs.

Yes I need distractions so here's
the Friday Five
1. Hey baby, what's your sign, and does it fit?
Leo: that probably explains my over zealous pursuit of the Friday Fivers too boost the Tuesday Too. So yes I guess it somewhat fits, but in "real life" I'm not the truly gregarious extroverted type associated with Leo.

2. Worst birthday gift you ever received?
My invitation to join AARP; that was definitely my most eeeeeeck birthday.

3. The best birthday gift?
A surfboard on my 40th! However, I must confess it's lived atop the shower rod for the last few years and is definitely due for a trip to the beach. Bring on the spring!

4. The best way you've celebrated your b day?
On a sailboat with friends and family on the Chesapeake Bay; the best times for summer sailing on the bay are mid week so you avoid the large power boat wakes and sounds. So it was one of those days; the only sounds you hear are conversation, wind and waves, or flapping sails if you happen to pick a windless day. Our day was perfect with a 7 knot wind out of the east.

5. Weekend Plans?
I'm getting together with a couple of friends for happy hour at the local watering hole tonight. So if Baltimore is in your neck of the woods stop by Rocky Run in Charles Village between 5 and 6:00. I'll be the one wearing the black and white beaded bracelet on my right wrist. You might be surprised. Rest of the weekend is open ended.

"No man is ever old enough to know better."
--Holbrook Jackson
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Loss
My little cat has gone over to the other side; he left behind his two porcelain blue bowls, his bottle of pills and the drops for his upset stomach. Everywhere I go today I'm reminded of him; it's definitely one of those "wherever you go there you are days." I am not comforted by not having to change a litter box. I'd like to think he's gone off to join the foreign legion or taken a job at the KittyKat supermarket in another city. The hardest part is knowing he's not coming back.

Are you going to get another cat?
Not anytime soon; I'll have to let some time go by and then see how I feel. Today I feel like nothing much matters. Thank god I didn't have to collect data today as I thought I would. While it's true I need every subject/participant I can get, it would have been hell to face a room full of students today, and just act like a normal person. It's hard enough to act like a normal person on a good day.
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Bumpy Start
Tuesday Too seemed to bounce between a rock and a hard place on it's first foray into the cyber realm; however, after the bouncing stopped we have thirty something folks willing to hop on the bus. For some reason the bus makes me think of Bruce Willis madly driving his yellow cab in the Fifth Element. Yeah it got panned by Salon, but then so do a lot of things. If you can get passed the bad press, it's got some pretty cool maneuvers. Thanks to Eve at creativedoubt.org for getting passed the Tuesday Too bad press, and putting out some of the flames here yesterday.

What's going on in your "real life"?
Back on the stick with collecting more data for my lucid dreaming research project. Hopefully I'll get at least twenty more subjects tomorrow, and then the rest will be gather via the Web at two different universities.

Anything else?
Yes, something hard to deal with. My cat who is 17 years old has kidney failure, or declining kidney function as the vet said. So every couple of days I take him in to get him re-hydrated. I think the time is running out on his clock pretty guickly these last few days. It makes me realize no matter how much, or how little you have that time is so precious, because that's all we really have.

"All life is an experiment."
--Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Tuesday Too Review
Because staying up till midnight is not my usual mode, I'm nursing a third cup of coffee to keep up the adrenaline. Today's Gary Larson cartoon shows a little dog pointing a pistol, standing at a table full of the usual Larson characters chowing down, and the little dog says, "Hey bucko... I'm through begging." Hmmm, seems I caused a bit of a ruckus with my emails to some of the Friday Five paricipants. To those folks upset I beg your pardon, and to those who decided to go ahead and answer the questions anyway I say thanks, and I'm looking forward to checking out your sites. I'll trot out the Tuesday Too next week, but there won't be any emails to fire up your brain cells.

Why didn't you just give it up like some suggested?
Cause I still think it's a fun idea, and if it's going to die it'll die a natural death. I don't believe in euthanasia. Tuesday's only half over; so if you want to post go for it.

"Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable."
--Sydney J. Harris
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Tuesday Too Questions

1.) When are you spending time frivolously on the internet?
Since I don't consider blogging a time waster, I'd have to put googlewhacking at the top of the list.

2.) Would you describe yourself as an east coast or west coast personality type?
For me it's a little of both. I drive like I'm from New York, but I party like I'm from LA.

3.) It makes me really nervous when I...?
When I get up very early and I discover someone has already ripped off the page of my Gary Larson calendar, and I'm the only one home.

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Questions?
Is it true there are always more questions than answers, or is it that there are many answers to the same question? I suppose it depends on the nature of the question. Do you have a questioning nature? Perhaps we should talk about the nature of questioning, or is that out of the question?

Is your sanity questionable?
At the moment it's beyond question. When you find yourself beyond question it's only a question of time before it's out of the question.

Are you going to ask really weird questions?
Absolutely not; I'm going to ask questions that will let you show a little of who you are if you want to. I'm going to ask questions that might make you think or laugh or wonder what you really think about such and such.

How is anybody going know about the Tuesday Too?
I'm sending out some emails to friends, and to some of the people who do the friday five. So I hope I see you guys here tonight after midnight for the first Tuesday Too.
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Tuesday Too
Yes it's going to happen! Approximately one minute after Midnight Eastern Standard Time on Tuesday the 19th return here to get the first too questions. The too will actually be three and sometimes four questions, because it's too as in too many, not two as in 2. After you've posted your answers return to the Tuesday Too post, and leave your name and URL in the comment. Yeah, I know those west coasters will have an advantage; they don't have to stay up till midnight to grab the questions. We're tough here on the east coast so we're giving you laid backers a break.

Why didn't you post yesterday?
Somebody broke blogger; just be glad they didn't steal the internet!

"Insanity: doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."
--Albert Einstein
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Back to Blogging
My two day hiatus from blogging felt much longer, and yes I skipped Valentines Day both here and in "real life." My research project is back on track; once again the light is visible at the end of the tunnel. It turns out I can collect some of my data via the Web. It does require amending my proposal previously filed with the Human Subjects Review Board, but that's no big deal.

Blogger Insider
Questions this round from Jaz Gordon.

1.) They've perfected cloning and brain transplants. You're in an accident, and they need to transplant your brain to a new body, but the only bodies available are those of celebrities. Which do you choose?
Nicole Kidman

2.) If you could write your own epitaph, what would it be?
She always said, "Wherever you go there you are." So here she is.

3.) What is your favorite word in the English language to say?
Love inbetween two words.

4.) What is your least favorite?
Skewed as in distribution.

5.) What is your biggest pet peeve?
Sheep mentality in any form - politics, religion, nationalism...

6.) What's your favorite website?
David Gary Studios: this is a flash site, but it's very fast loading. Don't forget to turn on the sound.

7.) What's your first childhood memory?
I'm in the first grade; my head cradled in my arms on my desk. I've decided I don't like school, and I'm going to tell Mrs. Long that I'm sick. Perhaps this is my first memory of trying to manipulate the adult world. Am I the artist/creator here, the little impostor or both, or just a "sick" little kid?

8.) If you were sentenced to die, what would you choose for your final meal?
Red wine and bread... and then some Ethiopian kitfo quite rare. Not being a desert person, I'll skip that and have Tia Maria with my coffee and last cigarette.

9.) What is your goal in life?
Seems to always be just somewhere around the corner; forever chasing one muse or another without ever quite catching up before she dashes out of sight. I want to be an excellent painter and that particular muse I will chase till my last meal. Underneath all the wanderings lies one eternal goal to give as much as I have to give, and to learn as much about everything that I possibly can. Having said all that, my immediate goal is to finish my master's thesis and grab my piece of paper in May, which by the way has nothing to do with painting, so go figure?

10.) Is your life now what you expected it to be when you were younger?
No, because when I was younger I expected it would be perfect, and it is not. However, living my life without expectations is something I strive for. It is the expectation, be it positive or negative that gets in the way of the moment.

"If you judge people, you have no time to love them."
--Mother Theresa
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Knucklehead
Numskull is what I'll be if I don't change tracks fast. My entire focus needs to be on completion of the research project for the next few days. Therefore, I won't be writing here for a while. Come back on Friday for an update and a laugh or [too].

But, I thought you were an internet junky?
That's true, and I'm cutting myself off from blogging and any other Web activity not related to my thesis for several days. It won't be easy to fool mother nature, but I've heard it can be done. If you see me writing here before Friday, I have failed. Ouch, I don't like failure on any front. Soooo...

"The fastest way to succeed is to look as if you're playing by somebody else's rules, while quietly playing by your own."
--Michael Konda ...could that be true?

Note
I couldn't resist one more googlewhack: numskull governorship. Probably not a good sign!
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Almost
Almost is never the winner; while I'm not exactly trying to win something, I am trying to finish something, and almost doesn't cut it here either! If you don't finish you don't get the piece of paper as in sheepskin (another googlewhack possiblity). Having trouble getting enough subjects for my thesis research, and it's too late to change the procedure. Really wish I had prepared to collect data via the Web. Much to do today. Tune in tomorrow for another adventure with Mr. Potatoehead.

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Down to Earth
Come in Earth... Down calling Earth... anybody home? Realty check is in the mail. If you've stumbled upon this blog by accident it's merely a coincidence; there is nothing synchronistic about it. Chances are you'll never be here again, that being said the odds are in my favor that you are not the WEB police. This is a day for brain realignment, rearrangement of priorities, and other tasks left over from my previous life in which I was a circus performer of some renowned. I was known as Dangerous Diane, Queen of the Underworld.

Under where?
Dust under the dresser draws my attention to the details of living the quiet life of a recluse without excuse, as in dust to dust. I [dust] wonder why, I don't care about where, when the sun's out. It's only a matter of time before life catches up with you if you're not caught up in it.

What?
Now you know why I was talking about brain realignment being paramount; on my plate today it's the zucchini of chef salad. Speaking of salad this is probably borderline word salad.

I think you've gone too far this time.
Well it's a long way back to the future if you put your mind to it.

"Happiness and moral duty are inseparably connected."
--George Washington
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Strange Bedfellows
Soon as I typed bedfellows I was struck with a goolewhack insight; Spent last five minutes searching without success; however I do think bedfellow or bedfellows is a good bet with something. I will refrain from whacking the rest of the day! Hmmmm, refrain might be the companion word? NOT, and nor is it hotbed or deadbeat, although deadbeat bedfellow is a good starting place = 28.

Twenty ate what?
What was left of Bertha's Mussels after Mr. Potatoehead (see yesterday's post) cleared the joint. Well anyway as I was dusting off the Gypsy he was pumping the accordion vigorously and began singing in Hungarian. Mr. Potatoehead darted past us making a beeline for the harbor. Instantly I knew he meant to throw himself off the dock. He was a rotund Jimmy Steward in It's a Wonderful Life, and I was his female Clarence counterpart. Great, just what I had in mind for a Friday evening in late December. As I dashed after Mr. Potatoehead I could hear the Gypsy singing behind me; I felt his green eyes pulling me backwards like magnets.

Did you save him?
Mr. Potatoehead was almost to the dock when I tackled him. With the Gypsy's song pounding in my head, I could hardly hear what Mr. Potatoehead was saying, but this is the gist of it: "I'm trying to get the water taxi; let go of me you idiot." What I heard was, "I'm dying in the water; don't you get it." It was fortunate I did not yet have my wings, or surely they would have been crushed rolling on the cobblestone street under the weight of Mr. Potatoehead.

"Reality is a crutch for people who can't handle drugs."
--Lily Tomlin

Later
I know, I know... I said no more whacking, but here's another reabsorbed hatband.
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Whacked Register
That's what I'm thinking, a place/page for people to register their whacks. Wonder if whacko.com is already gone? Too lazy today to check it out. Maybe just an info. page on how to claim your whack.

Can't you tell us something real?
Feeling like I don't really have anything to say today. So perhaps I'll just sign off. I could tell you about what's going on with my friend Su, but that's none of your business and none of mine either. Maybe I should tell you about the time I couldn't keep my mouth shut. You know how people get their mouths wired shut to lose weight? Well I had mine wired open so I could put my foot in it any old time. There I was on the corner of Broadway and Eastern Ave. just minding my own business, my feet planted firmly on the ground, nowhere near my mouth when the Gypsy looked in my direction. He was Hungarian and playing an accordion.

A Hungarian Gypsy playing an accordion?
Whaaaat... you can't imagine it? It was the time of day when the light could be early morning, or late afternoon. He was a short man, no not a midget, or a dwarf, but very short with dark hair and green eyes. So short in fact, that the accordion looked huge as the red bellows waved back and forth across his chest. His tiny fingers hitting shiny buttons and black and white keys seemed to dance unpredictably, yet the music was magical. He was coming towards me, but it wasn't until he looked at me straight on that I noticed his green eyes. They looked at me the same way his fingers danced on the accordion. At that same moment Mr. Potatoehead popped out of Bertha's Mussels (yes that's a real place) and began shouting obscenities to all passing by on the street. He had just learned of his wife's death via his cell phone; needless to say, he was totally fried. The small Gypsy was knocked over by people trying to put distance between themselves and Mr. Potatoehead's cursing.

Is this just another Mr. Potatoehead story?
No, this is about the Gypsy and how I got my foot stuck in my mouth which led to having my mouth wired open. Anyway as the crowd thinned out scrambling to get away from Mr. Potatoehead, I helped the Gypsy to his feet and dusted him off. It was while I was dusting the Gypsy that I made the quintessential faux pas...

"Cyberspace: A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation."
--William Gibson
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Ice Trays
Yes, ice trays can signal a new beginning. It's time for one when you open the freezer, and find five trays completely devoid of cubes. The only thing chilling is a bottle of vodka. Rushing the trays between sink and freezer you feel control returning. Within hours the hardening of the water gives you power, and power is a tradable commodity. Now all you need is the formula for turning the moving sea to ice, and I don't mean thin ice. There will be no skating on thin ice, and skating is called for in this situation.

What situation?
Googlewhacking (see Monday's post) of course if you want to whack/not hack... there's always a better way. Here's my whack (unfurled snaggletoothed) which after the google robots cruise my site again won't be one, because my URL will come up as well, and thus there will no longer be 1 of 1 = whack!. If you want to figure out your googlewhack score you multiply the number of times the first word alone comes up, times the number of times the second word alone comes up.

Why would I whack?
All I can tell you is just like the .coms the whacks will quickly slip from your grasp; you'll be left standing with no whacks and no place to go. A surfboard without wax is not a safe bet, so set google as your start page and "whackattack" the waves.

"Forget regret, or life is yours to miss."
--Jonathan Larson
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Get a Life!
Age discrimination at the ageless project (no, there's no link here)? Ha, no link between "Get a Life" and the ageless project that is. Wonder why there are only 14 people in the forties category? Are they just too busy to add another site? Have they stopped adding sites to the project, because the project is over (so over, so old)? They say you're over the top when you bump over 50; it's kind of like a speed bump. As you near fifty, you slow down, take your foot off the pedal, you might even have to hit the brake so as not to ruin the suspension system when you roll over the bump. As you watch the bump diminish in the rearview mirror, with your foot pressed firmly once again on the gas pedal, you notice that the little red needle is pointing to E. E does not stand for enough, or elephant or education, oh no, E stands for epiphany. Yes you experience an epiphany as the car rolls quietly off onto the shoulder of the road. The pulsing glow from the plastic virgin Mary on the dashboard consumes your vision. The car rocks back and forth as if the tiny virgin pulses were sent directly to the... hmmm, I seem to have lost my train of thought here?

What about the ageless project?
I will tell you that I was a bit over zealous in my attempt to become one of those listed (screen capture) on the project. The day after I registered/submitted my information, (Jan. 17) I designed and emailed a button to the project. I received a prompt reply thanking me for the button/link (see right side page) and informing me in all honesty that the button in no way would guarantee my acceptance. Well so far I'm not listed there, but the real question is why do I give a rats A**? That's what I mean by get a life! It's the internet junky trying to take over and run the show. Show me a reason why I shouldn't give up being online entirely, instead of entirely being online and I'll show you mine.

So how old are you?
Old enough (sometimes E does stand for enough) to be the mother of most of my readers I imagine. Old enough to wish I'd fall in love again, but old enough to think I won't. Old enough to have an awful lot of baggage which didn't come with wheels. Speaking of age, one has got to wonder just how relevant age is in relation to how much time your willing to devote to a cyberspace life. The Time Travel Research Center will leave you either laughing or, gasping for air from a different era.

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."
--William Shakespeare
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Terrible Tuesday or Tuesday Too?
Okay, so I might be planning something like the Friday Five. Here are the real questions: what do you really want to know about your fellow bloggers? How much of what you reveal in your blog/log/journal is the real you (i.e. %80 real, 20% bs)? One more, just because, it's Tuesday: What is your most cherished belief; the one where you can't sit on your hands when it comes up in conversation?

Are you serious?
Just a thought; what got me in the question mode was an email this morning reminding me I joined Blogger Insider, which randomly pairs me up with another blogger. We pose questions and then answer the other's questions. So jazgordon.com if you come here, you'll see I'm dreaming/drumming/dredging up your questions, while I'm considering the Tuesday Too. I like the idea of three questions; Tuesday Too sounds better than Tuesday Three, and by using too instead of two I can get away with three questions, because there are too many questions.

Have you totally lost your mind?
Not completely, but I do seem to have misplaced it momentarily. Initiating startup sequence, mind search now in progress. Would you like a status report? Yes! Your mind was last seen on a particular Sunday last month roaming the mine fields of data overload. As far as we can tell you experienced a core dump due to an infinite loop. Therefore, you are advised to use any and all means available to remove yourself from the loop as expeditiously as possible.

Are you hiding something in the code?
That is a possibility; however, it's entirely possible that the code is quite straightforward, but you have to take into consideration that I've never known my right from my left.

"There's a very fine line between a groove and a rut; a fine line between eccentrics and people who are just plain nuts."
--Christine Lavin, "Prisoners of their Hairdos"
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Web/Blog Rings?
I'll admit it; I've spent the morning joining rings of various kinds. Why would I do something like that? Well... I want to pump up the volume. Oh, and by the way, if you're not spending your time joining rings you should be googlewacking.

Pump up the volume?
You know, increase traffic, as in go directly to da testzone, do not pass go, do not collect $200. In other words, I'd like to see some comments on these rants. So just go ahead, and say something for god's sake, or your sake, or my sake! I know you're out there. What are you thinking about as you lurk in the surf? Which waves are crashing on your beach? Maybe I should start a ring called "Soup to Nuts" or "URLzone." Yeah, URLzone I like that, wonder if it's already a .com?

"When they discover the center of the universe, a lot of people will be disappointed to discover they are not it."
--Bernard Bailey
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NOT Intuitive?
It appears both the Love Testing Machine and the Psychic Revealer are not as intuitive to use as I thought they were. A friend of mine, yesterday did not know to click on the heart to get the love answer, and didn't know to click on the tiny quivering ball to get the truth out of the Psychic. So I've got to do some reworking of a couple of the flash files and/or include some instructions on the first few frames. Maybe I could just include brief instructions directly under the links.

Why are you telling us this?
So if you go there today you'll have some idea what to do if you're one of "those people" without a clue. Actually, it's probably only those people without a clue that would be using "da machine", or asking the psychic to reveal the truth. And just what is the truth on any given day varies from one moment to the next. Maybe that's what lies are - variations of the truth at any given moment. After all a diplomat is a gentlemen who lies in the interest of his country.

Do you have any idea what you're talking about?
Yes and no, and that's because, I've given it a lot of thought, the moment that is. How many questions are there to which you could answer yes and no? You don't [no]? I've found it slides more easily when you can yes, but it's helpful to include no in your repertoire nonetheless. After all if you can never say no, how much is your yes worth? And speaking of worth, is it worth your while (whatever that means?) to be reading this at all? Worthwhileness, don't you find that an odd word? I do. How do you rate the worthwhileness of something?

Is blogging worthwhile?
Are you a blog writer, or a blog reader, or both? Do you write for your own pleasure, or do you write for an audience? We don't ask if we read for an audience, unless you're a proof reader, reading is a solitary pleasure without question. You'll have to answer your own question; for me it's definitely worthwhile so that's a resounding yes and not no.

"No legacy is so rich as honesty."
--William Shakespeare
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Psychic Revealer
She has finally arrived and now lives on the right side of the page with the Love Testing Machine. Go ahead ask the Psychic Reavealer a question; her identity and answers will surprise you. By the way, if you don't like the answer ask her again or ask her something else; she has many answers for the curious.

Why should I ask her anything?
What you know everything already? I think not; however, if you're the type of person who has all the answers would you please send me an email, or leave a comment with a few hints as to where the answers to everything might be found. On the other hand, as Maurice Sendak said, "there must be more to life than having everything." The quote comes from my all time favorite book in the world "Higglety Pigglety Pop! or There Must be More to Life."

"We can try to avoid making choices by doing nothing, but even that is a decision."
--Gary Collins
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"Pure and Simple Truth"
as Oscar Wide said "...is rarely pure and never simple." True today may = false tomorrow.

Duh...what else is [knew]?
Okay, so I came from the planet Zerronack and everything there is chicken soup and beetle nuts. The chicken soup keeps you healthy and the beetle nuts keep you high and wise beyond your years. High on the top of Mount Tulips (two lips) we drank the soup and munched the nuts. At no time did we see the natural inhabitants of the forest trying to carve from rock or wood, sculpt from mud or otherwise create in any shape or form Mr. Peanut. However, a small replica of the Elizabeth City skyline made from melted M&Ms (without the nuts) was found at the summit. Our adventure was cut short by the honorable Mr. Potatoehead when he discovered upon closer inspection of the Jersey skyline replica the initials of his recently departed wife Ms Potatoehead quite clearly etched on the side of one of the tiny oil refineries. All of Mr. Potatoehead's eyes brimmed with tears of joy and wonderment as he threw his cast shadow between the chocolate Elizabeth City and the morning sunrise.

Did Mr. Potatoehead save Elizabeth City?
Absolutely! The replica can be seen today; it resides at the M&M museum in Princeton New Jersey. Ms Potatoehead's initials are barely visible with the naked eye, but with careful inspection using a magnifying glass they are still discernible.

"Enjoy life. There's plenty of time to be dead."
--Anonymous, but Possibly Mr. Potatoehead
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