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More Facebook Philosophy
Dear Facebook Friends:
(Rot-row—here we go again)
“Dear FB Friends,”
I begin again.
I ‘use’ FB to flesh out new ideas for new posts.
Most never come to fruition and most of my FB posts no one ever reads.
Doesn’t matter.
I write them.
Mostly for me.
Writing is generally an exercise in futility (or vanity)
Or Both.
And yet my Facebook stream of consciousness posts often times provide fodder for some ‘real’ posts at Texantales.com
I appreciate (even though I rant and rail sometimes at Facebook for being stupid and sometimes censoring me and being stupid)
Did I say that already, “Stupid?” Mark Chuckle-Berg?
I do appreciate this platform that Facebook provides.
Provides for all of us to share our stories, however how trite and however inane (or in my case, ‘insane’) they may be.
We are privileged to be living in a world where we can talk to EVERYONE in the WORLD with a simple mouse click or a keystroke.
This is magical.
I am so happy to be some small part of this Community.
Thanks in advance for anyone who comments.
And shares your valued opinion.
This is called “Social Media.”
Let us all be social.
And generous.
And civil.
And polite.
And giving.
To those who post thoughtful stuff.
And to those who post not so thoughtful stuff.
We all have souls.
And feelings.
Be kind: Rewind
(Okay, esoteric reference to anyone who has ever spent too much of their paycheck at a Blockbuster’s Video store back-in-the-day)
Facebook Philosophy
I Recently Posted this on Facebook (not sure why)
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“To All My Facebook Friends:
I love to ‘share’ stuff.
(This is the ‘primary purpose’ of FB as I understand it)
Some of the things I ‘share’ are good.
Some other things not so much.
But I share anyway.
Why?
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Because I can
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Because I want to
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Because it makes me happy.
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Because I am ‘generous.’
Yep. I am generous.
To a fault.
I will give you the shirt off my back if it will do you more good than me.
I will give you my food, my booze, my car.
I will give you almost anything I own.
Because I do not care about material things.
The only thing I will not give you is My Life.
(There has been only one time I was ready to give my life for a friend, and that happened one Labour Day back in the Early Seventies)
I am older now and hopefully somewhat wiser.
And have become so ‘loving jealous’ of my life of late.
“Life is for learning.”
–Joni Mitchell
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(Just for reference in case you are new here):
Just a little more “added value”
If you have come this far,
You must surely know by now how much I love Joni.
Original “Woodstock”
Song.
Sung by
A Poet.
A Rare Gem
A Treasure.
A Woman (of Heart and Mind)
An Angel.
(There is no thumbnail)
Trust me!
It is Joni!
Watch and listen!
Try this one:
(These two, actually)
There is never enough Joni in my World.
If you do not love Joni,
Well,
You have probably taken a wrong turn at
Albuquerque.
And should not be here.
Go back to California.
Or Egypt.
Or Cat-Man-Don’t.
Or
Whatever Planet You Call “Home.”
These days.
Oh Fuck it!
I will revist this when I am sober.
Fuck it!
WordPress is obviously
Broken.
WP and I have this in common:
We are both…
Broken.
Fuck it!
“Is it all books and words? Or do you really feel it? Do you really care? Do you really smile. When you smile?”
And since I am rather fond of complete sentences
(and closure)
I just feel compelled to drop this bit in.
(For those few, those happy few, who actually “get” me.
And my sense of humor.)
If I keep dropping mindless shit into this post, I am going to lose my fucking mind.
But I suppose this “Post” Was All About Some Of The Favorite Things I Love To Share.
Now.
Fess up.
Wasn’t it?
Fuck it.
You should not have come this far.
Go Away.
(This one is just for Lance.)
Vid credit: Ly1212
“Say, can I have some of your purple berries?”
“Yes, I’ve been eating them for six or seven weeks now. Haven’t got sick once.”
“Probably keep us both alive.”
I keep ‘sharing’.
But that was the entire point of this entire exercise.
Now,
Wasn’t it?
And just to tie up this thought process…
“Few of My Favorite Things.”
Someday, this post is gonna end.
I am gonna keep milking this cow until she be dry.
(Yes! I am insane!)
Please try to forgive me.
Or not.
Really do not care.
At this point.
“Sharing is Caring.”
Laughing out LOUD!
(I do NOT Subscribe to the “Social Justice Warrior” Magazine.)
‘Cuz I am an asshole.
But then, you’d know that….already.
Thank you if you have read this post.
I am not so much of an ass that I cannot appreciate any time you have spent here.
Thank You.
“Guess I’ll set a course and go.”
Texas is Hell on Women and Horses (And Alcoholics)
I am struggling.
Failing.
Flailing.
Just another dead fish.
Going with the flow.
Looking for distraction.
Abstract things to fill my mind.
And take me to some happier places.
Mostly Movies
But also music.
But the booze trumps all distractions.
And makes cowards of us all.
Such an evil mistress.
She gives and She takes.
(Mostly takes.)
Tries to take my life.
I will not go quietly into that good night.
No!
Not this Cowboy!
No!
I will fight the good fight.
I will WIN!
By The Grace of God!
(Funny that. Spoken by an Atheist)
(But Looks Good in Print.)
I will expand upon these Madness Thoughts at some future date.
Please Stand by.
As an aside… and just to pass some time
In the interim:
“There’s a “Hallelujah!” on the lips of every dying man.”
There’s a Gnat In My Beer
There is not a way I am gonna try to explain everything that is ‘going on’ in this photograph.
Suffice to say, it is just my attempt to ‘photo-document’ the gnats what are trying to steal my wine.
Yes, I realize they won’t drink much, but damnit!
They can buy their own wine.
And I could possible stab them, or ‘Raid’ Them.
But I won’t.
Because I do not wish to poison me over some Booze-Stealing gnats.
Certainly not interested in stabbing me.
I guess we will all just get drunk together.
The more the merrier. (I suppose.)
No! I do not suppose!
I tried to point out to / remind the gnats:
“I drink alone. Find some other place to steal wine.”
(Of course they ignored me and continued stealing droplets of my booze.)
Relentless.
Can’t fight ’em.
Can’t fuck ’em.
Impossible to kill them all.
“The Letter Said He Was Reported Dead.”
“Near the front lines he’d been found
A mine blew his jeep into a twisted heap
And I still hear the sound
Of the wheel that kept spinnin’ ’round.”
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For some bizarre reason, this song reminds me of my first wife, Janet.
I suppose it is because she was in the U.S. Army Reserve and used to drive Jeeps for a living.
Or something.
I Loved Her Dearly.
And I respected her (Even though, she was ‘Certifiable Nuts.’)
Did not matter:
I loved her.
Still do.
This post will make no sense whatsoever.
Don’t Care.
It is just for me.
And Jerry Jeff.
And Janet Sisco
The more I explore old songs… songs that make me FEEL, the more I come to understand the depth of my depravity.
This is not necessarily a bad thing.
My life has become a ‘rolling wheel.”
Spinning out of control.
Almost a whirling dervish.
But not quite there yet…
“The unexamined life is not worth living.”
Some smart guy once said that.
So here is Me:
Examining.
Stay Tuned….
Random Memories from The Middle East: The Road to Sharm el Sheikh
Since I am an arrogant snob and a pompous ass, I add this ‘added value’ for those who never get me.
(You’re welcome.)
Drive Through.
A dervish is a Muslim of particular religious order. … To call something a whirling dervish is to say that object or person resembles a spinning top or is wild in its movement. An object can also just be a dervish. The term twirling dervish is technically correct, as a dervish could be described as twirling.
More “Added Value:”
In Keeping With TTales & Hieroglyphs Virtual Ink Green Earth Policy…
“His whole life was short, quick and straight.”
Who does this remind me of??
Oh my Gawd! How I do miss him!