Thursday 12:45 p.m.
And, yea, as this bloggie goes heading in a new year towards its fourth birthday, now might be a good time to weigh up and access the progress of my cunning plans.
I do not have a massive organisation of fellow travellers, all sitting in huts wearing jimmy wigs, Groucho glasses and moustaches, connecting in cyberspace through the big portal to each other and all meditating their socks off for only ten percent off the top. There is no hut committee overseeing commercial operations, such as, the selling of tee-shirts, jimmy wigs, homeopathic cannibal soup, or even Beer Monster Reduction Vehicles. Unfortunately, there are no Rolls Royces parked outside the hut and the Australian Ladies Volleyball Team have suspended the alfresco training sessions until further notice. And also no books published, no literary prizes and no fung money either!
All compounded things are subject to dissolution. Pursue your salvation with diligence. Walk on.
At the end of the day what it comes down to is this: Can you or can you not, do ra bliss?
Ra bliss went ballistic again last night. Happy Valentines Day to all you modern lovers!!
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I fear that like El Transvesto and myself, you were simply born without the gene for ambition. Nothing wrong with that.
I think that to accumulate things is not what being here is about. I think that is a distraction.
Because in the end, all we take with us is memory and love.
Everything else has to be left for some poor soul to go through and clean up.
Albert? No, I was ambitious and still am. Bloody useless though!
Marie Rex: We've now got a microwave oven, so the game's lost already on the consumer durable front. Hotboy
I hope you had a nice Valentine's Day!
~xo
Lee Ann
I say!
Accumulate runs. That's what it's all about. Get off the mark, steer carefully through the teens, reach the half century, take a few risks, try not to be out in the nervous nineties, and then get a well-deserved ton. I'm talking about cricket, of course, but the same might be said for life.
MM III
Lee Ann: I hope Howard gave you one perfect rose!
Mingin'! Way to go! Hotboy
Not sure which is worse - your ambition without ability, or the other way round like me. At least it balances up.
Don't use the microwave, they're crap, they only know full power or no power, so can only boil over or leave things half raw. Also, El Transvesto did himself a terrible scalding injury with a microwave. I can send you the scar pics or wait for the video of his reecent visit.
Albert? You'er a bit late with the microwave advice, aren't you? One has already formed and is leaking whatever everywhere and probably simultaneously. Hotboy
What has formed? A scar?
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