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Rethinking Oprah

No I didn’t get a phone call from the family. The brother of my brother-in-law was once on Oprah though; how far removed is that? He wrote a book titled The Cliff Walk.

Rethinking why?

Because I realize as a blogger and as an artist I’m a filter of sorts as well. I filter, sift through, digest and evaluate what I perceive “out there.” I just do it on canvas, paper and the internet. Now if somebody said, hey girl wouldn’t you like to do that on television? Why of course I’d say no.

Who’s fooling who here?

Yesterday’s post has a self-righteous quality to it. I mean really, who the hell do I think I am anyway? The great buffoon of bazoogabezonk I guess.

Who do you really think you are?

I’ve been known to spout a bit of pop psychology more than once. I’m a person who would rather not be self-righteous, and I’m aghast when I find that I am. I’m sarcastic and end up with my foot in my mouth more often then not. Probably I have a higher opinion of myself than others do. Sometimes I should be knocked down a peg or two. Most of the time I’m just striding confidently through the world as if I knew all there was to know, and really don’t know shit when I see it. I have a sense of humor which keeps me ticking.

“It is always the best policy to speak the truth, unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.”

–Jerome K. Jerome

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“Designated driver, on the information highway.”