the worst part about burnt bridges is that, while they aren’t repairable they are rebuildable but humans, generally, consider it impossible i think because of ego and pride

i should be in bed. but the daily blog taunts and so, here i am, bleary eyed and yawning, but typing nonetheless.

another day. the phone is still stubbornly refusing to ring.

very humorous day, already. heh.

there are times when i feel like a real fool. this is one of them. you know how i’m always kicking myself for being the one to keep trying to keep in touch, for not forgetting people, etc? well damn it if i’m not standing here frowning because i’ve done it again.

well now. today was a darn good day.

short ramble of generally free form content. ad lib, even. heh.

a friend of mine reports today that new ‘guidelines’ have gone up at Wild Poets. for those who are not aware of it, i joined the site back about March on the recommendation of a friend from another creative commons collaborative. initially, it seemed a good place and i think i even wrote a nice review of it here. but by April, things had gotten very bizarre and now, here, in August, i have departed in absolute disgust and horror for the choices and activities of the site’s owner and the manner in which he permits abuse of members.

what a fucking AWESOME teaching. good stars above. oh that i could send this to several people who REALLY need to see it, hear it, feel it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m7qFi52FX1Q