Into the ether...

Just wrote up a really nice long post... It was really great, really. It's gone now. It is in the ether, lost in a flurry of reconfiguring my settings.... damn. It was a reallly good one, too. Really good. Poetic, humorous, insightful, honest, forthright, well typed, nice font. Everything you'd want in a post. Really.

Dammit.

So, okay, the funny and insightful bit was about things that get stuck in your head. musicus stickiosis. The Flintstones. Ha. Try to get rid of that one now. Quick, Andy Griffith. Now Tom Jones, It's Not Unusual. Now the Beatles, Norwegian Wood. Let that one roll around in there for a while...

Jingles. That's what the evil-doers do with this syndrome. Antidote for the 21st century: Keychain, small flash memory, earbud, USB for filling it up. Really small. Next stickiosis, whatever evil clogs your mind, grab your keys, get your handy antidote and stick it in your ear! Ahhhh. Purge. Pushed out by the beginning of the Pastoral Symphony, or Steely Dan, or the Beatles, or Michael Bolton. Wait! Forget that last one.

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Then there was the poetic stuff. About a small tree in the marsh that is already showing it's fall foliage colors. I love autumn, but this year I have important tasks to be accomplished and I don't want to hurry the earth in it's orbit. I want to get these things done before more precious time slips by, time that, now that my autumn is upon me, seems more and more valuable.

That's it.

As of this step in my blogging evolution, I am going public. If you find me, leave me a comment. I'll try to keep up and learn how to engage in dialog through this tool. It's all the rage now. Prime time, you know.