So one has to find the “best” way, one’s personal way around it until someone else does find the truly best way.
Of course, others claim to have found the best way…if you understand coding and computer science, which I do not. So, screw them. …
Live in or anywhere near Minnesota or come from there?
Aren’t you lucky? You can now claim to be in the presence of America’s only bastion of All-Whiteness. And we ain’t talkin’ about snow, baby.
At least it isn’t — technically — Christian, praise the Lord. But it is, technically, a church.
Some Norse heathens (not my word!) have claimed their First Amendment right to establish a church in rural Minnesota denying entrance to any non-whites to preserve the purity of their race. Local authorities, feeling bound to protect those freedoms, have given them the old okee-doke.
Let us now gather at the river to recall a few facts: Once there was a place called Africa. Maybe its still there, I don’t know. No one wants to write that history for some reason. Starting in the 15th century or so these heathens… Well, I’ll let someone else tell you.
Maybe young poets like to raise dead idols
but not save the living
so sing that song brothers and sisters
Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it’s down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
If we call all our loved ones and tell them that we miss them very much and that we want to see them as soon as possible, and we set a date for this, how many people will come to us, no matter what city they are in on that…
They keep pulling me back in.
That was the line from Godfather Three, wasn’t it?
I don’t really want to continue this argument. I’d rather go on about my merry way writing for The Haven and having laughs with Christine Stevens. Honest. …
The other day I published a little shorty about writing as a writer instead of writing for the purpose of being “right.”
Because it was a shorty I had to leave out a very important point (although my main point about all the little trolls I’ve been attracting from every apparent corner of the Universe was quite amusing, I thought…).
I know people here who believe they have to study to become better writers. Not that they don’t know how to write. Au contraire! They are most marvelous writers. No. They think they have to find something to write about or do research to “prove” something (I guess). Back up what they say with “concrete facts!” Something that cannot be disputed!
Isn’t that cute?
Think facts are indisputable? Walter Cronkite died in 2009 and indisputable facts died long before him. We live today in a world of opinion. Push it.
Once again (sorry, Ann) someone took a look at me and pronounced me similar to Donald Sutherland.
I’ve never been photogenic, not even as a baby, as you can see. Either fat or ugly or both. Even when I was neither. Or old. Can’t say I’m not old. …