Important Snot Update...

Still flowing, unless I take Benadryl, which makes me woozy and retarded. More than usual. Ate two corndogs and some pistachios yesterday. Hydrated with beer. Thanks, donors. I slept a frigging lot.

My ears are plugged. Livey, come lay with me and put your boobs on my back. I'm freezing.

Colds reduce me to a whiny five year old. But I kind of like them, because I always associate them with not having to go to school. Fever? Boogers? Just snuggle back into those covers, son, and let Mom bring you juice and toast points. And then she would get a nasty, fuzzy sock, slather it with Vicks VapoRub, and diaper pin it around my neck. Sheer torture. I still can't stand the smell to this very day.

Surviving childhood is one of my proudest accomplishments. All things considered, it was quite a feat.

Sorry about all the downer shit I typed over the weekend. I considered deleting it, but it encapsulated my state of mind at the time, so it stays.

As I sop my snots and surf the web today, I see many battles being fought between bloggers. And Commenters. And groups of bloggers. It's like sitting up on a mountain-top and watching skirmishes in the valley below. Towers of black smoke where a blog has been mortally stricken, and burns as it dies. The CRUMP! of artillery fire from the big guns, and the distant flash when it hits. Lines of tracer fire wafting back and forth like dripping dragon saliva. The occasional crack of a snipers rifle.

Homey don't play that shit, and homey is getting tired of it. Blogging, by it's very nature, is introspective and personal. When you attack a blog, you attack a person, and by proxy, their readers. If you call a blogger an idiot, well, you are implying that everybody who reads and enjoys them is an idiot.

I disagree with Vox Day on nearly everything he talks about, and yet many of my readers are his readers as well. Why is that? How can this be? I think it is because we remain relatively civil to one another, kinda, but mostly because neither of us brings whatever ego we have into the arena. I rarely make a comment of substance over there, and as far as I know, he has never once commented over here. If I disagree with him, I come here and lay out a post on it, rather than bloviate in his comments like some commenters I see there, who will use up five commenting screens and still say nothing worth reading.

Bye the bye, I do not consider Drudge and Brietbart and Instapundit to be blogs, except in the broadest of definitions. Glenn Reynolds has a place where he expounds his opinions, but his site and Drudge's are news portals, in my opinion.

I have the window cracked a bit, because I like the 'howling wind' sound it makes. Like it's blowing across the emptiness of an athiests soul.


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