There's been a wistful goal of hitting half a million reads on the blog before the end of the year and it has now passed 475K so I'm just fine with a near-miss.
(Ed: so, what did you make on it?)
Well, that'd be nothin'. My business acumen might be a little weak.
(Ed: weak like Peewee Herman going up for World Heavyweight Boxing title?)
Something like that.
Thank you all for the interest and there really is a saga in this thing but Blogger is weak on any tool to provide an outline. This started in the Katakolonian Phase in Greece which was a wizard time of ultimate surrealism.
(Ed: you weren't even stoned)
Sure an' that's true too. It sure would have been a wonderful place to blow a bowl of the high-grade, tho.
After about a year that went into the Abandoning Paradise Phase, otherwise known as Hell's Angel on a SYM Motor Scooter. That was the best and I mean very best part of a Summer riding a 150cc motor scooter, packed with my guitar and everything I had from Katakolon in Greece three thousand kilometers to Edinburgh in Scotland. This was Mister Toad's Wild Ride in the most ludicrous but wonderfully beautiful way. It even has a crash in Nice for dramatic interest.
(Ed: what about hookers?)
Sorry. No hookers.
(Ed: you didn't even ask?)
When you do this at twenty is one thing. When you do a putt like that when you're sixty, even (sob) hookers don't want you.
There was the Entombed in Edinburgh Phase which was cool in knowing, man, you are absolutely fucked. It's right near the heart of "Trainspotting" perversiverse with quiet desperation in every dimension. It was very much like a photograph which seems black and white except for an extraordinary intensity of color in one part.
Like this ...
The photograph might even have been shot in Scotland because it's often the feeling this is the worst possible weather you could ever dial into your life unless you got down and begged for it. Even so, within that are some remarkably beautiful things.
Note: we can't really tell if this was Photoshopped. The lighting does not appear credible but it's conceivable there was a brief bit of lighter sky or there was incredibly sophisticated fill lighting. The waves aren't much but some crest a little so that seems about right for the wind on her. Regardless, it makes a dramatic shot.
There was the Rescue from Scotland which was a saga in itself and now there is the Rockhouse Phase.
But there isn't a good way to index that with anything built into the blog.
Epiphany ... programmer geek worms got into it. The entire blog can be downloaded to a file. From that derives all the titles for all the articles, call it three thousand.
No quick substitute for it but maybe no need to bypass doing a visual on the names to pick up the start of each Phase. There are many articles but it shouldn't take more than a relatively quick skim to pick up the ones which first apply and then wind up with half a dozen or important ones and those become chapters because finding links for half a dozen or so things should be almost effortless.
Those can be made easy-to-find and, presto, the blog is indexed.
Yep, that needs to happen.
Thanks, all, for the reads and I'll keep it on going. The Donate tab at the top is real. The situation here is profoundly grim in multiple ways. I do not want to open a GoFundMe account for many reasons even though it would be justified to do so and I won't do it because I am not willing to compete with those in much greater need.
There is no indication the "Pigment of My Fascination" CD ever sold anything and that's rubbish. My ol' Mother would have sent an angel down from Heaven to buy at least one of that piece of crap. As mentioned previously, my business acumen might be a bit weak. I've tried previously to discover what's borked about the process but it's not immediately apparent. It's a specific objective today to take another whack at finding out. It would take sixty bucks to release "Ride the Dragon" but I don't fookin' have it and no way I would spend it if I'm not even sure if it will work (larfs).
As to any other nefarious way to generate some jingle, that would be a negatory. The only way I know is to put out another CD and possibly one or two others which were previously withdrawn. There are multiple which will never be heard again because the recording quality is not at all acceptable to me.
Meanwhile, I like that chapter idea and it should be easy. Must now take a look at that.
(Ed: so, what did you make on it?)
Well, that'd be nothin'. My business acumen might be a little weak.
(Ed: weak like Peewee Herman going up for World Heavyweight Boxing title?)
Something like that.
Thank you all for the interest and there really is a saga in this thing but Blogger is weak on any tool to provide an outline. This started in the Katakolonian Phase in Greece which was a wizard time of ultimate surrealism.
(Ed: you weren't even stoned)
Sure an' that's true too. It sure would have been a wonderful place to blow a bowl of the high-grade, tho.
After about a year that went into the Abandoning Paradise Phase, otherwise known as Hell's Angel on a SYM Motor Scooter. That was the best and I mean very best part of a Summer riding a 150cc motor scooter, packed with my guitar and everything I had from Katakolon in Greece three thousand kilometers to Edinburgh in Scotland. This was Mister Toad's Wild Ride in the most ludicrous but wonderfully beautiful way. It even has a crash in Nice for dramatic interest.
(Ed: what about hookers?)
Sorry. No hookers.
(Ed: you didn't even ask?)
When you do this at twenty is one thing. When you do a putt like that when you're sixty, even (sob) hookers don't want you.
There was the Entombed in Edinburgh Phase which was cool in knowing, man, you are absolutely fucked. It's right near the heart of "Trainspotting" perversiverse with quiet desperation in every dimension. It was very much like a photograph which seems black and white except for an extraordinary intensity of color in one part.
Like this ...
The photograph might even have been shot in Scotland because it's often the feeling this is the worst possible weather you could ever dial into your life unless you got down and begged for it. Even so, within that are some remarkably beautiful things.
Note: we can't really tell if this was Photoshopped. The lighting does not appear credible but it's conceivable there was a brief bit of lighter sky or there was incredibly sophisticated fill lighting. The waves aren't much but some crest a little so that seems about right for the wind on her. Regardless, it makes a dramatic shot.
There was the Rescue from Scotland which was a saga in itself and now there is the Rockhouse Phase.
But there isn't a good way to index that with anything built into the blog.
Epiphany ... programmer geek worms got into it. The entire blog can be downloaded to a file. From that derives all the titles for all the articles, call it three thousand.
No quick substitute for it but maybe no need to bypass doing a visual on the names to pick up the start of each Phase. There are many articles but it shouldn't take more than a relatively quick skim to pick up the ones which first apply and then wind up with half a dozen or important ones and those become chapters because finding links for half a dozen or so things should be almost effortless.
Those can be made easy-to-find and, presto, the blog is indexed.
Yep, that needs to happen.
Thanks, all, for the reads and I'll keep it on going. The Donate tab at the top is real. The situation here is profoundly grim in multiple ways. I do not want to open a GoFundMe account for many reasons even though it would be justified to do so and I won't do it because I am not willing to compete with those in much greater need.
There is no indication the "Pigment of My Fascination" CD ever sold anything and that's rubbish. My ol' Mother would have sent an angel down from Heaven to buy at least one of that piece of crap. As mentioned previously, my business acumen might be a bit weak. I've tried previously to discover what's borked about the process but it's not immediately apparent. It's a specific objective today to take another whack at finding out. It would take sixty bucks to release "Ride the Dragon" but I don't fookin' have it and no way I would spend it if I'm not even sure if it will work (larfs).
As to any other nefarious way to generate some jingle, that would be a negatory. The only way I know is to put out another CD and possibly one or two others which were previously withdrawn. There are multiple which will never be heard again because the recording quality is not at all acceptable to me.
Meanwhile, I like that chapter idea and it should be easy. Must now take a look at that.
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