With the help of some very interested person/people who kept visiting today, I've now got over 50,000 hits to this little blog. How'd that happen?
The interesting twist is their ip address is in the very part of the city I live in. Not everyone I know is aware of this place. Actually, only an understanding few that I know in real life would appreciate the value in what is shared here. I briefly got that slight tingly feeling of being "caught", although there's nothing to be caught about...except that I have a sexual appetite like everybody else.
That might freak someone out. But they should get over it. So maybe I'll talk more frankly about things like that, I'm not gettin' any at the moment though that's for damn sure.
Bring it, I say. Come out, come out all you who lurk. To go from extreme drama countered by mind numbing routine is all part of the gig. Somebody ask me a difficult question, I'm overdue for another ride.
Meanwhile, I'm starting to go a bit loopy. My computers are starting to talk back to me so I must press onward...
Peace,
Simon
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Monday, November 21, 2005
Just Sick
Greetings. It's late.
Of the last 48 hours I've been at work for 36 of them and slept about 3. I'm starting to smell bad and I need a shower. It's hard to breathe. I've got projectile mucus of varying shades. I'm eating Taco Bell right now because I feel like crap already so what the hell. One of my sons is a liar and the other is a vandal. I'm behind on my deadlines. I realize that I talk to myself quite a lot nowadays. And my poop is blue. Blue I tell you.
But really I'm fine. How are you?
Peace,
Simon
Of the last 48 hours I've been at work for 36 of them and slept about 3. I'm starting to smell bad and I need a shower. It's hard to breathe. I've got projectile mucus of varying shades. I'm eating Taco Bell right now because I feel like crap already so what the hell. One of my sons is a liar and the other is a vandal. I'm behind on my deadlines. I realize that I talk to myself quite a lot nowadays. And my poop is blue. Blue I tell you.
But really I'm fine. How are you?
Peace,
Simon
Thursday, November 10, 2005
The Ongline World
As you may have noticed, I've caught the podcast bug lately.
Last Thursday on a whim, I noticed the Ongline Podcast was accepting call-ins via Gizmo, so I gave it a try just out of curiosity.
It was a wonderful conversation with congenial host John Ong and fellow listener Tigger from California. We banter on about coming out and religon and podcasting in general.
In other news, we're going to hear the Elder Monkey sing in his first school concert tonight. I can't believe that it's already time for those kinds of things to happen. I'm sure that the majority of parental units don't equate Kindergarteners warbling en masse with one of the levels of purgatory so I probably won't inflict it upon you.
Or perhaps, considering the uncontrollable ways of monkeys (thanks for that Evan), I just might.
Peace,
Simon
Last Thursday on a whim, I noticed the Ongline Podcast was accepting call-ins via Gizmo, so I gave it a try just out of curiosity.
It was a wonderful conversation with congenial host John Ong and fellow listener Tigger from California. We banter on about coming out and religon and podcasting in general.
In other news, we're going to hear the Elder Monkey sing in his first school concert tonight. I can't believe that it's already time for those kinds of things to happen. I'm sure that the majority of parental units don't equate Kindergarteners warbling en masse with one of the levels of purgatory so I probably won't inflict it upon you.
Or perhaps, considering the uncontrollable ways of monkeys (thanks for that Evan), I just might.
Peace,
Simon
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