I can’t help it.
After zero hits here and there, I miss another whole week, miss all of the windows of opportunity to advance anywhere online. And then I fail to carry my passwords with me. I’d be entering the name and e-mail for a comment but for my WordPress account’s protection… no, no, I needed that password that you can hardly memorize.
But, of course, alas, an ass, and sweating in my sleep these days (it’s Summer), I did get to catch up on some TV shows. I got into Supernatural, naturally. So much so that the daily TNT 9-12 rerun block serves as a major replacement for the Glenn Beck radio progra— whoops, I shouldn’t have mentioned that I tune in… occasionally… and like everything else neglect my listening…ship.
It doesn’t help me revealing ‘political’ things— Pags was on this morning— about myself, after wearing away my perceived credibility. Neither the time nor the health to back up everything said me has… though everything of serious subject matter brought up is based in fact.
So… there’s only that element of trust, it seems. I’ve never gotten any of that hate/trolling. But that wall of silence— certainly. I always have silence going for me. And that kills me. It literally kills me. How many months do I have left, doc? Oh, that’s right, I have no insurance.
It’s 2013 and still, nary a voice.
Alternatively, you could follow Ian Punnett’s twitter, @deaconpunnett. Ending his gig on Coast To Coast AM this morning due to tinnitus, he still has more a voice than this so-called person, sitting here. On 1-5 a.m. EDT, having to sleep (go figure), I managed to catch the last ten minutes, his comments, his swearing that some of the read radio commercials over his more than a decade on the program were parodies…
Or you could start a comment
war conversation over Supernatural, where Jensen Ackles, 35, is still doing his gravelly voice, with a season premiere this October 15 (CW network). He shaved his beard, and will act as if he isn’t married.
Whatever. Willing but incapable, I guess I’ll just go back to my hole fixing software bugs. Not even internet access beyond here or there; it’s too easy to miss a whole week, and… well, that’s what happened. Again. And then I hit publish, more
crap information that no one hears. Write Like You Give a Shit. Uhm, sorry, that’s too exhausting. Again.
I can’t help jack… unless jack asks. Jack asks, jackass; tomato, tommato.