For those of you who haven't been included in the Flavour of the Week Mailing, this is especially for you, dammit and you will like it. So spoke the Great Celestrial WeeSaul.
Ya know it's kinda funny that I didn't have a single reply to last weeks mailing other than one return to sender... hhhhhhhmmmmmmm... Does anyone still read this? Been thinkin' that maybe I should redo my thinkin' on the old Flavour anyhoo. It's goin' into its fifth year of production (just a couple months shy in fact) and who knows maybe I've gone sour, don't know... There was a thought within my head that said a new format was needed and to rename it the "Wee-zine" and go from there but a 'zine needs more material, more input, more everything than I have the time to produce... I just don't know... Anybody still followin' this? On the other hand there was a thought in my head that said I just call it quits but that was overruled by the masochistic side of the WeeBrain that said that I must continue to type this here thingie up every week, every week, even though my fingers bleed and blood pours forth into the ole keyboard causing a multitude of problems with the 'puter but that we can live with in a masochistic kinda way... Kinda like judging the math test (math is evil BTW) I did recently, four tech kids doin' problems with no hope of even completing half of them but still they had to try, much as this mailing, no hope that it'll ever reach the point that I can no longer send it out without the assistance of a listserver but I still have to work at it, no hope, no way out of the maddness, no future in the abyss of cyberspace... I just want to type stuff and not be bothered here at work for those of you who are reading... blah, blah, blah, ramble on my wayward son... Maybe it's the weather... I need sunshine, dammit! I need to just sit on the porch in the warmth and let the world go by. Winters suck anymore and I'm losing touch with nature. I want insects botherin' me. I want birds a-singin' and a-shittin' on my vehicles. I wanna go were it's warm! Thank you kindly, Mr. Buffet... I think I gots cabin fever... ...and brain malfunctionalities and such. I (as y'all know all too well) have been workin' on the site (BTW the first published poem of the Great Celestrial Thingie is on-line at: https://www.angelfire.com/pa/anticrust/poem20.html or ya can get there any number o' ways) and more often than not all I end up doin' is sittin' there lookin' at the old monitor and that's about it. The old cogs within me head ain't turnin'. Maybe I (for the lack of a better expression) blew my load three or four years when I created WeeWorld and now I'm stuck and the gears aren't meshing, the clutch is a-slippin', I HAVE HTML BLOCK! AAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!! But the good thing is that I don't wanna work and I just wanna sit here and type this stuff, type, type, o' fingers of Wee, type as if yer life depended upon it, type like there is no tomorrow, type like Mr. McFeely on crack, type like a man possessed by demonbats or at least the ghosts of the Indians (Native Americans to the politically correct which isn't all that politically correct if ya think about it since America wasn't the name givin' to this here land by those who lived here before the WASP invasion) who were buried in the land upon which this here building is located, type like I don't give a flyin' fuck about what happens out in the shop for I can not be found to answer questions for which I'm not being paid to answer anyhoo...
"Like all dreamers I confuse disenchantment with truth..." Jean-Paul Sartre, dead guy. Thou hast spoken the gospel, brother!
"The Last Dog And Pony Show" by Bob Mould New #1? Well, at least for this week...
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