Post-midnight Oil Burn

Ten hours later, and I'm still not done. I was starting to lose my grasp of the English language, though, so I thought a little manual reacquaintment with it via my keyboard would do me good. I did take some time-outs this evening to watch Real Time with Bill Maher and go out to eat some Mexican food with Doug (in reverse order, though; having the toots and belly laughs is a real interesting combo).

Refried beans just aren't refried beans unless they're cooked in lard. How many vegetarians inadvertantly eat meat byproduct when they order their bean tostada? A better question might be how many vegetarians would be affected by lard in their beanies in this part of the country, my new small town in particular. I know it happened to me more than once when I was a vegetarian.

So it appears that I have taken a break to write about beans and farts. That's right. Beans and farts.

At least I can get back to work now.

Redirect

Alright, goddamn it, I'm back and ready to muck out the stables here. There's way too much shit on my blog, but instead of abandoning it altogether, I'm going to resurrect it and transform it into something else. I suppose I could delete old posts, but that would be akin to hiding where I've been, and I am not ashamed of my past or any lurking past selves reflected here. YOU try having my life and see how much better you do. Yeah, thought you'd pass on that. (And no, I am not claiming that my life is harder than anyone else's, but it is MINE, and it's a humdinger.) Most people aren't jumping up and down, begging that cosmic joker known formally as God, "Ohh, please, plee-eaazee, let me come back next time as a Scorpio!"

It's the sign of being blessed or cursed, depending on what you do with yourself and your thick, dark undercurrents.

But enough of that. I didn't dial this up so that I could delve into more esoteric mumbo jumbo (though I suspect I will be doing my share of that from time to time). Essentially, I'm here because I finally trashed AOL. That free month of service is a great gimmick, BTW; it took me three months to decide that $23.90 was way too much for a crappy ISP, and then another two to do something about it. My new browser lets me play on blogger again. No, I'm not a big fan of blogger, either, but I will not abandon my blog until it becomes something more reflective of me.

Back to editing. The noise in the neighborhood today makes concentration difficult, but I would dearly love to be done with this current manuscript. Editing it is like banging my head against a wall while doing a crossword puzzle.