In keeping with my penchant for posting Blogs that have nuthin' to do with being TG but are I think just … interesting

The other night I did something I've done dozens of times over the years. I went, after a bit of hunting about and deciding, to download a program file from CNet.com. Always cool no viruses blah blah.

Okay it's a given I wuz a weird kid. Anyway, see I was poking about on various forums I visit and came across this one. It has absolutely nuthin' to do with TG but is pure Rock n Roll in the classic sense. A tribute to Deep Purple Machine Head by a bunch a contemporary guys and this one is the bees knees. That means damn good, okay.

See I just opened the lappy and did the logging on thing and then went to do ..stuff.. and I brushed and slipped a folder from its lodgings to somewhere else. Ack, stoopid trackpad. So I open the folder and cut and paste it back where it lived. Then just for the hell of it I have a quick scan through the contents.

Now this folder is 'My Stories' file. Everything I've written, started, Blogged, had edited, it's all there. But then I come across this little file. I don't recognise it at all 19kb Oct 2010 at 1.20 am.... so I open it and...

A comment on an old story. My, that's a circuit breaker in a good way. An antidote of sorts for the reality shits. You don't know. Some of you might but most don't I expect. What? Are you on something? Ummm, yeah maybe. You probably don't want any though. Well the comment maybe, assuming there's something to comment on. This is the expurgated version... good thing too I think. What??

It's curious, I just watched the Bond equality thing and pondered on it. Thought it was quite good actually, if a little static.

Anyway, I am aware of abuse and violence and the general low opinion that people such as myself and many here are regarded with? In? Whatever. Still it was largely academic.

That is until last night....

I posted a little story here recently, titled 'Reunion' and it got slightly different reactions depending where.

I've been thinking some of late. Yes, I do that. I know some may find that hard to believe, but I do. There's all sorts of little things that come together and make me wonder. Just where are we… yes 'we', going.

Yeah well I'm like that. I get these random thoughts and they wander all over the shop and end up a million miles from the starting point so you sit and go… huh, how'd I get here.

I recently went through a bout of depression that knocked me about just a bit. Well, I did look in every now and then but I didn't comment and I didn't add anything anywhere. Just couldn't see…

…that means in this case that at least in this part of the world it's Christmas day.
So, to Erin for providing the possibility…
Also Bob and Sephrena and the other quiet helpers that do and let us do what we do and make it easy.

Ah there's a question. What is it that motivates people to scribble away and then plonk it on the net for anyone to see and comment on... or not.

I do at times... take a chance I mean. My somewhat chaotic head has all sorts of thoughts and ideas that sometimes correspond with reality as most see it.

Had an unusual experience over the last week. I 'chat' via email to several people. Some daily, others every few, others occasionally. Last Saturday I sent off a couple of messages and... nothing. After a few days I was able to ask a couple of said 'chatters' here via PM..'hey what's doin'?? Huh they say... where ya been?' Or words to that effect.

To pout or not to pout or narcissists unite or is that nutters or something..

Last week after a slightly hurtful comment exchange, which normally would not cause more than a ripple, if perhaps a little sulkiness on my part, I 'said' I was leaving.

Who cares? you may ask. Well maybe a few. Was this the response of an attention seeking, petulant drama queen? Or did the real world conspire in a dastardly manner to smack me about a bit, just for the hell of it?

Depends how cynical you are I guess.