To Blog or Not To Blog
As you can see this has become one of those blogs that suddenly comes to a screeching halt. It's been about a month since my last post. Have I been too busy? Yes and no. I have been having to use my creative energy in a variety of directions and there hasn't been much left over. I had also mistakenly thought that blogging would lead to some sort of two-way communication, but apparently things don't work that way. However, I did get some positive feedback from someone who read all of this stuff so I'll try to keep it going as a repository of solitary comments and observations. By the way, this painting is just here for decoration.

So how about some pet peeves of mine? ONE: Chewing gum. If you are gnawing on Wrigley's in my presence you will soon find me becoming grouchy and irritated. It's nothing personal. No matter who you are or how delicately you chew it bugs me, and always has. There is something about that eternal pointless grinding of the jawbone that drives me nuts. If you happen to add the dubious skill of "cracking" your gum, or if I have to watch it roaming around in your mouth, I warn you I cannot be responsible for my actions.

TWO: This is not as severe, but I just think it's silly. That is the habit some people have of referring to people in the plural. For example, I watched a very nice show about Vaudeville and radio and early TV etc. Somewhere in there a guy was referring to the "Jack Bennys" the "Red Skeltons" the "Bob Hopes." Is he talking about some secret cloning experiment? The last time I checked there was only one of those people in existence at a time.

THREE: I think we can all agree on this one, that being the proliferation of junk emails. Especially the ones that don't even bother to spell the subject line correctly. Someone wants me to "Chosse Coke or Pepsi?" They probably want you to chosse one too, but I refuse to chosse either. Oh well, it's easier to get rid of than the piles of paper that come by Snail (most of which sadly go directly from the mailboxes to the big trash can here at the apartments).