It takes so long for payday to show that I have no reason to look but then I realized it's today.
That's when I discovered what you did, Lotho. Thank you and I wish you a Merry Christmas just as will hopefully much of what I have to write in this time. You have seen how that goes in previous years and that goes a bit like with a friend, Greg Cook on Facebook, who is an outstanding Santa as he perfectly fills the part in his appearance and his demeanor. He goes about all over the place bringing Christmas. Ithaka is tiny next to that but we will bring of it what we can.
The Theory of Propagated Goodness pops up immediately and I know two things: the first is Yevette's computer nightmare will be over soon and the second is it needs a better keyboard since it comes with the chintzy low-profile model. It just so happens I know where to get a much better one for about twenty dollars. Well.
Now I can find some Christmas cards and I'm only going to send a few so they have to be nice ones.
Oh, geez ... there's the payback for a good deed ... the construction crew is back again with the jackhammers outside. Yevette retired not so long ago so there may be repercussions. Uh oh.
It may not seem it but things really are funny. The trouble with Internet funny is it usually isn't but we will still try to make up whatever we can. I really do think there's an inherent comedy in my life since there's no way to make up that stuff. If you get past the parts which really suck, it's a laff riot.
Mister Toad's Wild Ride is real and Part 2 is coming up shortly. I'm not writing it offline since that loses the minimal spontaneity of even Blogger so that comes. It's not lost in analysis of What's the Best Way to tell it but rather it's the surfer waiting for the right wave. It won't take long as we're in Portugal and the waves break gigantic here.
Ed: you're not in Portugal!
Nope. I can't surf either. I will write, tho.
Ed: thinking is the same as surfing?
Not until thinking makes a bloody great shark bite you in half!
Surfing is kind of like fly fishing for sharks.
We don't want a fake vibe but we will bring a good one because, even when you po', you still got somethin' to give.
Everything does go around and thank you.
That's when I discovered what you did, Lotho. Thank you and I wish you a Merry Christmas just as will hopefully much of what I have to write in this time. You have seen how that goes in previous years and that goes a bit like with a friend, Greg Cook on Facebook, who is an outstanding Santa as he perfectly fills the part in his appearance and his demeanor. He goes about all over the place bringing Christmas. Ithaka is tiny next to that but we will bring of it what we can.
The Theory of Propagated Goodness pops up immediately and I know two things: the first is Yevette's computer nightmare will be over soon and the second is it needs a better keyboard since it comes with the chintzy low-profile model. It just so happens I know where to get a much better one for about twenty dollars. Well.
Now I can find some Christmas cards and I'm only going to send a few so they have to be nice ones.
Oh, geez ... there's the payback for a good deed ... the construction crew is back again with the jackhammers outside. Yevette retired not so long ago so there may be repercussions. Uh oh.
It may not seem it but things really are funny. The trouble with Internet funny is it usually isn't but we will still try to make up whatever we can. I really do think there's an inherent comedy in my life since there's no way to make up that stuff. If you get past the parts which really suck, it's a laff riot.
Mister Toad's Wild Ride is real and Part 2 is coming up shortly. I'm not writing it offline since that loses the minimal spontaneity of even Blogger so that comes. It's not lost in analysis of What's the Best Way to tell it but rather it's the surfer waiting for the right wave. It won't take long as we're in Portugal and the waves break gigantic here.
Ed: you're not in Portugal!
Nope. I can't surf either. I will write, tho.
Ed: thinking is the same as surfing?
Not until thinking makes a bloody great shark bite you in half!
Surfing is kind of like fly fishing for sharks.
We don't want a fake vibe but we will bring a good one because, even when you po', you still got somethin' to give.
Everything does go around and thank you.
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