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As an X-er (beginning to think there are 5 or so of us) who has spent way too much time with Silent Gen types (it's them or the pestilent swarm of Y/0's--not a choice really *) I have fallen off all technology interface. This pathetic excuse for a blog** is an opportunity to at least look at a website format for more that 3 seconds. I can only hope that this activity and the lack of cable will provide me a brief but important distraction from the lure of the demon seed. ***
If you should be the one odd individual who stumbles upon this site by a few bad character strokes please continue on. You like the folks at SETI have caught a stray bounce back transmission--this is not a sign of intelligent life. This is not one of those hopelessly irrelevant "news from the family front" updates sent to family and friends. This is not an invitation to online wackos to have endless conversation about what "computogirl really said" three posts back. You have reached the wrong address.
My crazy Aunt Betty had often said that the beauty of our Holiday dinner (lunch in PA) discussions is that we never let a discussion wither due to lack of information. These postings will be chock full of unsubstantiated and horrendously uninformed rant and raves! They will also be characterized by:
1. Unbelievably bad grammar and spelling further abetted by my inability to type. (I spelled grammar with an "e" before my first spell check run.)
2. A complete lack of those grade school English cornerstones -- coherence and unity
3. An absence of subject matter of any import and relevance
4. No prose style whatsoever.
Again, you have found the wrong page
* Please note: I blame the Y/0 Generation for most of our Cultural/Fashion/Entertainment woes-something along the lines of, "...the scourge of our modern world, cultural cannibals manufacturing creatively devoid pastiche for empty souls in a world devoid of promise, where compassion is foreign, authentic expression unknown and a great pop song never to be born again..." and always ending in "This is not the world I was promised!"
** But aren't all blogs just pathetic narcissistic exercises. Why in #$&& would anyone really care that the Jones' have a new puppy and Sally has begun her first day of school. I really think this is the final end form of the brain addled local news/talk show audiences.
No one cares.
We are alone.
I'm ready for Rilke now.
*** The TV-How I love It!!!!!!
If you should be the one odd individual who stumbles upon this site by a few bad character strokes please continue on. You like the folks at SETI have caught a stray bounce back transmission--this is not a sign of intelligent life. This is not one of those hopelessly irrelevant "news from the family front" updates sent to family and friends. This is not an invitation to online wackos to have endless conversation about what "computogirl really said" three posts back. You have reached the wrong address.
My crazy Aunt Betty had often said that the beauty of our Holiday dinner (lunch in PA) discussions is that we never let a discussion wither due to lack of information. These postings will be chock full of unsubstantiated and horrendously uninformed rant and raves! They will also be characterized by:
1. Unbelievably bad grammar and spelling further abetted by my inability to type. (I spelled grammar with an "e" before my first spell check run.)
2. A complete lack of those grade school English cornerstones -- coherence and unity
3. An absence of subject matter of any import and relevance
4. No prose style whatsoever.
Again, you have found the wrong page
* Please note: I blame the Y/0 Generation for most of our Cultural/Fashion/Entertainment woes-something along the lines of, "...the scourge of our modern world, cultural cannibals manufacturing creatively devoid pastiche for empty souls in a world devoid of promise, where compassion is foreign, authentic expression unknown and a great pop song never to be born again..." and always ending in "This is not the world I was promised!"
** But aren't all blogs just pathetic narcissistic exercises. Why in #$&& would anyone really care that the Jones' have a new puppy and Sally has begun her first day of school. I really think this is the final end form of the brain addled local news/talk show audiences.
No one cares.
We are alone.
I'm ready for Rilke now.
*** The TV-How I love It!!!!!!
posted by amthcaictm at 1:52 PM
1 Comments:
Don't be thinking the blogger spellcheck will help you either. It's not the greatest.
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