There are 24 usable hours in a day.

And I have used none of them.

Is this talking to myself? Probably. It isn't like I don't talk to myself. I mean, everyone does it.

The holidays: filled with cheer and this and that and the other thing. When people say "I'm so glad it's over,"(which is a huge part of the population) I say just skip it! It'll be there next year.

I was going to pick up where I left off in these so called 'memoirs' without going back to previous entries, just to see if my memory has failed me (yet). I left off on the Barney Kaputnik Ethnic Hour episodes, but for now I'll just warm up here until later.

Over the holidays, Mike D. came into town with his new bride, plus his sister and her new husband. It was great to see them both. I couldn't believe after all these years (25! Shoot me now!) we'd see each other again. Had a nice little get together at the Little Theatre here in town; a nice turnout. We tried to catch up, but dang! 25 years a looonggg time! Hope to still keep in touch.

I also want to link this to the SWW site, but being computer stupid as I am, I ain't figured that one out yet. I still think Windows programs are a conspiracy by the Bilderbergs, The Rockafellers, The Bohemian Grove, The NSA and the CIA to keep us all in check. And that stuff about the NSA and the internet? The NSA has been doing that for years, bypassing current laws by having the US monitor the UK and vice versa. The usual suspects, as usual.

My cousin said - while watching Dazed and Confused - that life was a lot simpler then. No computers crashing to worry about and such, but man! Who would have thought that you could acess the entire world from your room? I know what he was saying, but I think he was referring to the load of responsibilty that comes with age (and wisdom, although in my case that theory could be ousted - huh?)

I know I spelled Rockerfeller(sic) wrong. Was it really Rockerfeller? Some feller off his rocker I suppose. But in the meanwhile, for all the planet to see or not see or to share, I'll be back on this Live Journal thingy, trying to dig up memories of SWW and such.

Getting my shovel out
Zolfatore (Italian for sulfur miner)