THURSDAY MUTTERINGS
WELL, HERE IT WILL BE
WELL, HERE IT IS AGAIN.
It’s Thursday, and this particular journalistic effort is due to come rambling your way as per a couple of my previous statements. At this point, I realize that a great many of you readers are sitting forward in your seats, wondering if this is finally the time I will actually keep one of my promises.
So here you are. I don’t care whether or not I even complete this story.
It’s the story itself that, being now in existence proves my point.
And as I said, this piece will not go out to you guys in the email, but will be published only in this blog; I have started it this morning, and will probably be working on it off and on for a while, rather than pushing the publish button immediately, and editing later as I see things that need to be done or said.
BUY ME A QUART OF PAINT TO HELP ME PROVE I AM NOT JUST BEING LAZY.
OK, there may be a couple of flakes that have come off over the garage door, but it is just not that bad. I think somebody simply wants to see me and my wheelchair up at the top of a ladder, putting the Monet on the tiny place that must be pointed out to the casual observer before they can become indignant about it.
TODAY’S OVERTHINKING OVERANALYSIS
I have been doing this newsletter for a couple of years now, and I still can’t get a grip on whether you would rather have a daily, short micro newsletter, a weekly newsletter, or ANY newsletter as long as it doesn’t involve me at all.
Many of you are not inclined to give feedback on this, especially a couple of readers in Ohio.
My problem is with not getting traction with some of you who are too shy and withdrawn to subscribe. Maybe you were frightened by a subscription when you were a child and accidentally subscribed to Hot Teen Hookers for your dad.
“Less than pleasant,” was the reaction of your mom at the time, until it was discovered that I was the rogue subscriber. We all laughed about that for years. most all of us.
So it’s not as though I’m insensitive to bad childhood subscription frights, but if you close your eyes and go to your happy place, and breathe regularly, in through your nose, 1 2 3 4, out through your mouth, 5 6, like you were blowing out a candle. Before the subscription bogie-man can shake a stick, and crawl out from under your bed, you just put in your email address, push the button, and then everything will be alright.
It’s FREE anyway, so it can’t be that scary.
Please do give that some consideration. If you do, I think you will be amazed at how easily you begin to fit into a normal society.
Remember, normal people subscribe.
BUT I DON’T GET ANYTHING EXTRA MORE MY MONEY.
“IN FACT, I DON’T GET SCAT FOR MY PAYMENT,” said many readers and potential subscribers.
Actually, if that is your opinion, you are failing to count the stated values of our great gratitude, and that warm feeling you will get by supporting the arts. Take a hint from PBS, the primary vendor of warm fuzzies for many years.
And already knowing what scat is will not get you any closer to nirvana.