as much as i used to. there are myriad reasons for it, chief among them being that i just do not read the news anymore.

once that tangerine haired moron got elected, i stopped all my news feeds and subscriptions, and vowed not to go to them again until he was out of office.

NYT, BBC, CNN, AP, all of them. just didn’t want to see the same old crap every day about a person in office whose main goal was to steal from the country he was elected to serve.

and, well, there are other reasons too. personal ones for the most part, and not what i care to divulge on these pages, not that anyone really reads these or cares if they do.

my life, such as it is, is a collection of never-ending particles of chaos, mostly self-induced, but added to by others who seem to think that it is my job to provide a less stressful existence for them. wasn’t aware of that when i signed up, but ok.

things are changing though, slowly, and once partially on the other side of this flaming inferno that i call my daily grind, i will shed those hangers on, and move on with what i want to do most. be alone.

yeah, i know, there is someone, but is there really? i think that the only ‘someone’ in my life, truly present in my life, and not the ones who are constantly asking me for money, is me. and even i suck at times… LOL

i have had though, of late, several conversations, lasting well over an hour, with a voice on the phone. nothing else. nothing that could be construed as anything but talking and listening. about this, about that, about nothing at all. i have missed that.

but, where to now st peter..?

cold today. winter. meh.

i find it fascinating how so many people out there, who are running companies, or starting companies, want others to find funds for them, to make them millions (in their minds at any rate) and yet when asked to pay a fee for that service, they balk, and say, ‘well can’t you do it for free and i will pay you later?’ does amazon ask you to pay after you got your goods? uh, No. No they don’t.

one such being, who was brought to me by a friend actually, had the temerity to write to me and basically say that i was being mean to him, and unless i said sorry and acknowledged that he was smart, and his idea was the best, well, he couldn’t work with me.

no, it wasn’t the tangerine haired fuckwit, but i bet they are related somewhere down the line.

what a child. he thinks i will work for free, on an idea ostensibly to make him billions (it won’t) and he will pay later. read into that, he has NO money, and wants this scam bullshit done on the cheap.

his idea is crap. and he is a fucking child. but, i will take his money, and then make it so that he lands in jail. don’t piss me off would be what you want to take away from this.

but there are others who will pay, and their ideas/companies are worth helping, so that’s sort of what i’m doing now whilst waiting for one deal to go through. once that happens, then i will sit back and cherry pick what i want, and what i don’t want. wow, look at me.. i have a goal! LOL..

i hate weekends. yes, i know, i have mentioned this in prior missives. but i felt it needed to be reiterated today. they, in a word, suck. i don’t care if you have family matters to attend to, or your dog needs to go to the groomers or your partner wants some of your attention.

i. have. work. to. do.

gloomy day today. a day for a curmudgeon like myself to sit back and revel in the pale greyness of the day. yes, you heard that right. curmudgeon. i was called that the other day. LOL. kind of funny actually as the term sort of fits me at times. Mr. Wilson.

i need to get back on the treadmill. i really do. the silly season is upon us, not that i will be immersed in the revelry of it at all, as well, see above paragraph. i think this season stinks. and i will not allow myself to plunge to the depths of the falseness and over the top foolishness that this time of year forces upon us.

i miss me. although the me that i think i miss, well, to be honest (no, i’m going to lie to you) i am not entirely sure who the me is that i purport to be missing. huh. a quandary in and of itself.

i actually have seasonal music playing though, today, for the first time this year. not the shlocky shit you hear on the radio ad nauseum, but one group in particular, and also some Charlie Brown Christmas music. oh, and Tarja. that’s about it.

what else is going on? no idea, as, well, read the top paragraphs of this post… LOL.

not sure what other drivel i can inflict on you today, so i will close out for the nonce, and return if i feel the literary pull later on in my beyond boring and dreary day.

until i visit these pages again,

i, as always, hope that you and yours are all doing well, and not in any areas of conflict,

and, if you subscribe to this time of year, i wish you and yours all the happiness that this season brings,

and, as always,

i bid you,

peace.