Well, folks, I went and did it... got to resurrect Cupid now.

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UPDATED- see below!

Yes, gentle readers (all 3 of you), I found a lover in Second Life!

She is flying over from England next week to see me for 14 days!

I just might have to change the name of this blog.

So, I shall bring Cupid back to life.

UPDATE:
Ok, Annie is now in the air flying over the Pond (that is the Atlantic in case you don't know) on her way to my hungry arms.

I thought I'd show all three of you more pics about our love life in Second Life.

This is Annie and I in a romantic light, dancing one night:



Just another one of our times together:



A closeup of the happy couple:



More romance at night:



This is us when she bought me a head of hair that she prefers, it's all I wear in Second Life nowadays:



A romantic shot of us in the Garden Of Love which she made for me:



And here is me proposing Second Life marriage to her:

I got a Dealing Job!!!

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Folks, the next stage of my glorious career is about to begin...

I got hired at O'Shea's!

Me and 3 fellow pit clerks auditioned there 5 weeks ago. I was having a hard time looking for a dealing job and got all motivated by their suggestion to try this casino. Although, I was skeptical at first as I hadn't been there in 15 or more years and had this idea it would be a dive. But when we got there I was hugely impressed by the good looking interior, the atmosphere, the quality of the bosses, friendliness of the dealers and the customers! I don't want to work at just any casino, you know.

And when I found out how much in tips they made I was really pleased. Hehe. It's about the same income I made at my former employer!

The first time I chickened out on auditioning for Roulette since it had been 12 years since I had spun the wheel. But after 3 weeks I went back there to do so. And guess what I did on my first spin? LOL!

This player had this HUGE stack of chips bet on Red and it hit and as I was raking in the chips on the numbers I impulsively reached over and started raking his in.... Haha!! I felt like a fool stacking them back up, but I took a deep breath and started over. And 2 weeks later they called me in for an interview and hired me on the spot. Woo Hoo!!!

So, they said I will start in early June just as my special friend (might have to change the title of this blog, people) is done visiting me from England. Oh my gosh, folks! This is it! I'm on my way to the big time. Hehehe.



Harrah's owns O'Sheas which is the break-in house for the Flamingo Hotel- yes, the world famous casino started by Bugsy Segal himself. I've been told by 2 different sources that O'Sheas' dealers often get promoted to the Flamingo in about 6 months. And that is almost twice my previous income where the sods fired me. It is looking good over here, folks!

An apologia about my lack of blogging- no, I haven't died...

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I suppose I should explain...

I am so sorry to any of my handful of faithful readers, (you know who u are) for my seeming disappearance from this blog. But the thing is, I have been sucked into Second Life.

Ever heard of it? Well, if you are prone to wasting time on the internet and like to chat and like to experience beauty and meet lots of interesting people, then don't join... You'll get addicted!

Oh my gosh, folks, what a ride! You get your own avatar, which you can fashion any way you like and meet these people from all over the world and have wild adventures... if you're prone to such things...


I have fallen in love, jumped out of a hot air balloon to parachute down below and then chatted with some Brits on the bottom of the Baltic Sea... I dance, I fly around the world, I teleport all over the place, and I make lots of friends...



I'm a bit unbalanced at the moment about it all. Perhaps my head will clear and I'll start providing tidbits for this blog.... So, know that I love you all and if you want to, leave a comment and I will tell you how to join up and we can tromp around this fantastic world for a bit.

Mark Twain Displays Great Political Insight

“The mania for giving the Government power to meddle with the private affairs of cities or citizens is likely to cause endless trouble, through the rivalry of schools and creeds that are anxious to obtain official recognition, and there is great danger that our people will lose our independence of thought and action which is the cause of much of our greatness, and sink into the helplessness of the Frenchman or German who expects his government to feed him when hungry, clothe him when naked, to prescribe when his child may be born and when he may die, and, in time, to regulate every act of humanity from the cradle to the tomb, including the manner in which he may seek future admission to paradise.” —Mark Twain

What's wrong with political correctness?

“Political correctness is not really about sensitivity and courtesy, which require mutual respect. Rather, political correctness entails intolerance for some prejudices but impunity for others.” —James Taranto

Thou whoreson zed! Shakespeare, anyone?

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Ah, the pleasures of delving into the riches of the Bard!

I did a Google search yesterday on his quotes. I came up with some doozies:

And thus I clothe my naked villainy
With old odd ends, stol'n forth
of holy writ; And seem a saint,
when most I play the devil.

For they are yet ear-kissing arguments.


Glory is like a circle in the water,
Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,
Till by broad spreading it disperses to naught.

Doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love - Hamlet

When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions- Hamlet

And then there are Shakespearean insults:

Thou whoreson zed! thou unnecessary letter!
-King Lear

Only a playwright would think 'unnecessary letter' would be an insult....

I do desire we may be better strangers.
As You Like It

Maybe I should repeat that to the blind date who changed her mind about a follow up date that we planned because I didn't give her all the details of the date fast enough?

More of your conversation would infect my brain.
Coriolanus

A good one when debating liberals....

And then here is one I really resonate with since I can't sleep for more than a few hours every single night:

O sleep! O gentle sleep!
Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee,
That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down
And steep my senses in forgetfulness?
2 Henry IV

So, what are your favorite Shakespearean quotes?

And be quick about it, thou thou unnecessary letter!

Dear ole mum- A pictorial review of the upcoming glorious career of the Lonely Man

So, the Lonely Man goes to dealer school a couple of weeks ago and discovers that he hasn't forgot a thing! He was told the week before by a dealer (who makes $80,000/yr) who stopped dealing for three years and then returned, that it's like riding a bicycle, you don't forget.

So the Lonely Man realizes he is ready to go to work as a dealer extraordinaire. He applies at the Flamingo Hotel

and Golden Nugget

and tells his mum about it.

So, mum gets on the network at her workplace (where she makes more than the other dealer) and sets up a "meet" today. So, I am going to meet her at the Imperial Palace today at 1 pm. I am a little hesitant about that cuz I feel I can get a better job on my own. I mean Grace at work, a fellow pit clerk, is moonlighting at the Barbary Coast
and she thinks she's making a Bill a day, that's about $36,ooo/yr. And she got hired there as an inexperienced break-in! Hrrrmph!

But I don't know how much the IP makes these days. Mum used to work there and tells me that I should just get a job anywhere I can to get the necessary experience to qualify for one of those previously mentioned high income levels. But I'd rather do it at a class joint that is making a decent amount of tips- wouldn't you? The IP doesn't enjoy the best reputation here in Vegas....

Perhaps I'm prejudiced. Oh well, time will tell....

NV Senator says Pharmacists' Role Akin to Shoe Salesmen....

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State senator Michael Schneider (D, of course) basically states that NV pharmacists who conscientiously object to filling deadly prescriptions should just simply fill such orders even as shoe salesmen comply with their customers' shopping decisions. He is quoted saying, "When the doctor prescribes something for the health of the patient, they (pharmacists) have to do it. If they don’t want to do that, they can go sell shoes."

What an insulting bastard.

So, the pharmacist is essentially a mind-numbed robot, not able to provide professional bearing on the medical treatment of his patients? Sen. Schneider wants pharmacists to ignore the Hippocratic oath (First, do no harm) and dispense medical "treatment" that kills an innocent life. Hmmm, sounds to me like the politically correct gods disdain competition.

What an arrogant bastard.

No one, not any highly trained medical professional can defy the will of the PC deities who alone can wreak havoc on every child not yet breathing . They will decide if such pre-born mortals shall live or die. Not some "professional" who would put ethics above the will of the elite. Nor the governing board of said medical professionals; no, only the anointed, the elite, the death-mongering uber-men, can wield this holy power.

A flock of overbearing bastards.

"You shall be like gods," the serpent tempted Eve in the Garden, and, boy, do those politically correct principalities take the serpent seriously. The wrathful vengeance of these legislative gods overflows and who may stand in their path?

Senator Schneider leaves no doubt about the purpose of SB98, which would destroy the Pharmacist's right of conscience. Who cares if the Nevada Constitution says in Art. 1 Section 4, “Liberty of conscience. The free exercise and enjoyment of religious profession and worship without discrimination or preference shall be forever allowed in this state…the liberty of conscience is hereby secured…?”

What the hell authority does the Constitution have compared to the powers of the politically correct elite? The Constitution shall be trampled by the uber-men, it is only a trifle in their way. Nay, they shall not allow such technicalities to stand in the way of their doctrine.

What abusive bastards.

Nor shall they allow mere mortals to impose constitutional limits upon them. For they shall be like gods. So, Nevadans will stand idly by, while these evil bastards swat away the Constitutional rule of law and punish those that defy their will, won't they?

Can you say Nancy Becker?

Right thinking about our government

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___________________Government agent?


Over at Bettnett, Dom's blog, who's family by the way,dearly needs your prayers, he protests a local governmental idea which would require a government-appointed agent to visit parents of newborns at the hospital or at home as soon as possible after birth, ostensibly to make sure everything was "alright". I can imagine what these agents would be looking for during such visits.

I protested this governmental intrusion in the life of the family by quoting the opening scene of Serenity, where River explains to the teacher why everyday people don't want to be meddled with (see first comment). Later I hit the nail on the head with a statement that expresses the proper way to view government:

The family and church are the government’s biggest competitors for control of society. Naturally, they seek to oppress those who would vie with them for such control.

It is our sacred duty and desperate need for survival to out-oppress them. To avoid civil war, the duty of which is written into our founding documents, we must vigorously and constantly dominate our government, we must beat them into submission, flog them into despair and mold them into the obedient little public servants that they are.

Already some have predicted a bloody civil war to stop abortion, look what it took to stop slavery. Freedom isn’t free.

We mustn't blanch at our sacred duty. Our children deserve to have this great experiment of freedom endure. The world looks to us to continue this rich republic and its wonderful ways.

Are you doing your part?

A quotable quote

“If there is one thing upon this earth that mankind love and admire better than another, it is a brave man—it is the man who dares to look the devil in the face and tell him he is a devil.” —James A. Garfield


From the Patriot Post email

Valentine's Day- bleh.

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don't get me started....

This is just too beautiful to ignore!

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This is from penni's blog, Martha, Martha.

For all you married guys out there

Ain't it the truth?

http://www.pwwhite.com/mansong.swf

Requiem for Jason

Jason was a homeless man who lived at the Catholic Worker as I do now. My best friend, Mark, hired him in his window cleaning business. That's mainly how I got to know him, as I wasn't so active back then.
Jason was always rather cheerful and open to anyone around him. He treated you as if he knew you for a long time. He was friendly and unassuming.
Once he told me of his sister's suffering, she has bipolar, and I could tell he disdained her for taking medication. He was an ex-drug addict and I guess he saw all chemicals as drug abuse. He once spoke of his own depression problems.
Jason would come in and out of our lives. He would say he needed "Holy Spirit time" and would wander for a couple months at a time.
One day I was told he hung himself a month earlier, surprising Mark and I. Sad and shocking.
Later, Mark told me how, months earlier, he got a phone call from Jason who was in a near panic and in deep confusion. He kept telling Mark to mail his last paycheck to Howard Stern, the radio figure. He gave Mark the address and in great duress he begged Mark to mail it to him. I guess it was Jason taking care of unfinished business as those who commit suicide are wont to do.
Well, a couple months after his death I noticed a note on the Catholic Worker's bulletin board in their kitchen. It was a note from Jason.

Dearest Friends,
How's everyone?
Well, I hope.
I'm really enjoying my time with the Lord. Just Him and I.
It's very precious.
Please tell everyone I'm doing great.
Thank you all so very much.
Love Jason.

*Sigh*




Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord;
and may perpetual light shine upon him.
May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed,
through the mercy of God rest in peace.
Amen.

Lonely Man gets angry at pro-death advocates

I got appropriately snarky on the comment board for Newsweek's article by George Will, a fine, fine thinker in this modern age, on the death mongering for children diagnosed with birth defects like Down's Syndrome, which his son has.

This just sickens me and causes my blood to boil.

Some medical professionals who conduct birth defect screenings, amniocentesis and all, put all kinds of pressure on vulnerable parents to kill their children in the womb. They. Should. Be. Shot.

Or at least ridiculed, painfully, in public discourse. So, since I can't shoot 'em, I lambasted them.

Here's one of my comments on the thread:

Kill Them- They Are Defective

We modern and progressive folk are a rather deadly sort- to the imperfect. Eugenics is it called? Hitler killed off the defective during the Holocaust. We Americans are quietly and ever so furtively doing the same. Nightmarish though it is, we are like those Nazi @%#$@!!.

How many people do you know who have Down's Syndrome or spina bifida? I knew a little girl in the 80's with spina bifida. Haven't seen any in over a decade. Now I know why. We kill them in the womb. Kinda ghastly and horrific. I've suffered from bipolar disorder, should I have been done away with in the womb? My brother has diabetes, how about him?

Would the world be a better place without people like us? Like you?

Then this lady objects to the use of references to the Nazi Holocaust in this argument, trying to silence the use of good rhetoric. To which I said:

Ad hominem, my ass.

Heh, I kind of liked that turn of the phrase. Snarky, huh?

H/T to Julie of Happy Catholic

“Well, our job is to bash the President, that’s what we do...”

So sayeth Newsweek’s Evan Thomas.

Right or wrong, we bash away! That could be the Democrat motto of the Ot years (can't say it's the 90's or whatever, so Ot years will have to do).

Their political strategy is to oppose, accuse and berate the conservative agenda, personified in the person of George Bush. It's not victory against America's enemies, but victory against their political opponents, it's the accrual (grammar?) of power for power's sake. I guess you could call it being "power whores."

That's the evil of being a liberal leader in America today. That's why I despise my own senior senator here in Nevada. Harry Reid, the magic man of local land deals, has sold his political soul to the liberal machine. He is but a politically evil mouthpiece of the soulless liberal left.

Alas, he is in position to do such good, too.

Well, not to worry overmuch. The American people are largely conservative in their beliefs. We just have to keep pressing on to gain more ground and let us ourselves be dismayed at the tactics and corruption of our liberal benefactors.

Here's a quote I can't resist regarding all this Demo brouhaha:
“[F]inger pointing isn’t the same thing as soul searching.” —W. James Antle III

Pic of me and my siblings

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From a couple of Christmas's ago. My younger sis, me and younger bro. 

Did I tell you my pic in the corner of my blog is a lie? And that I am really short, fat, bald and ugly....

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Heh. Yeah, that pic is years and years old. Not that I was trying to deceive you folks. I just didn't have access to digitized pics of myself.

I recently bought a scanner/printer/copier. So here are some updated photos of myself. They are about 2 years old....


That's me looking pensive in Starbucks.


Here I am with a friend's baby. I've forgotten how to smile. So has she.

The Lonely Man has been humbled

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I used to have this cool room upstairs and all by itself. It was HUGE and had a connecting nice-sized bathroom. The staircase had a door to it so it soundproofed my space from the rest of the house. It was rather cushy.

I was asked to move downstairs where the Catholic Worker houses folks from off the streets and stuff. Well, a fellow from Canada, Leigh, a humble, unassuming fellow, moved in for a few months, he's an organic farmer by trade and is wintering here for the cold months. His committment level to the Catholic Worker activities is much higher than mine. So, they moved him upstairs and I'm taking his much smaller room in the main part of the house.

All my stuff fits quite nicely here, I got a decent sized bed and some great shelves to put my boxes and books and stuff. It will be noisier, though. Especially on Wednesdays when they have Hospitality Day and invite a dozen homeless folks to eat and shower and spend half the day here. Getting off at 2 am and trying to sleep will pose a challenge. When I get my second job dealing cards I may have to move out to find a more restful place.

Not that I am good at resting these days. For almost a year now I have been unable to sleep well for more than 3-5 hours. I sort of wake up bright eyed and bushy-tailed after a few hours of sleep. This sometimes has me falling asleep while sitting at my station at work, right in the middle of the gorram casino pit! Once I was staring at a rating slip for like 5 minutes in a sleepy fog and I turned around and saw my supervisor staring at me. She likes to sneak up on us and peer at us in the middle of our duties. I sort of jumped and started to decipher the slip and input its data into the computer- don't know how long she was standing there. Heh, she didn't say anything to me, though.

But being humbled is a good thing. God knows my soul can use all the good things it can get. With what I've put it through the last few months.... Cryptic, ain't I?

Father George Chaanine- my priest

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Tried blogging about this before but was so full of angst that I erased everything and waited for a better time.

Dear reader, what do you do when your favorite priest seems to have acted like a monster? When a man you have affection for attacks an innocent woman in a most heinous manner?

You churn with dark tidal forces deep within. You become shocked, confused, saddened and angry. You question yourself. You question God. You pray.

Well, they caught him outside of Phoenix, AZ, I found out this morning. I only hope he repents fully and says things in the wisest manner. What in the world got into him?

This was very unexpected amongst us parishioners at Our Lady Of Las Vegas. Fr. George has enjoyed the good will and favor of his church members. I have known him as warm, personable, charming and forthright. I never in a million years would have believed he could do such a thing. What madness is afoot here? What darkness has he labored under that would cause such violence? He is either darkened by much evil or is mad, is where I am at today.

And Michealina, the victim, is a beloved cantor here at Our Lady. She has an exceptional singing style, sort of a sophisticated jazziness that belies years of vocal excellence. She seemed humble and upright in all manner of ways. She seems very credible. What a terrible thing to have happened to her.

Pray for us, gentle readers, for Fr. George, Michaelina, the people, the city and public at large.... Pray for us.

A great post on Jimmy Akin about this situation.

Meet Tyson, a most unique dog

Here is a dog who know how to have fun!

H/T to Catholic Mom In Hawaii

Beautiful poem via penni

The Holy Longing

Tell a wise person, or else keep silent,
because the mass man will mock it right away.
I praise what is truly alive,
what longs to be burned to death.

In the calm water of the love-nights,
where you were begotten, where you have begotten,
a strange feeling comes over you,
when you see the silent candle burning.

Now you are no longer caught in the obsession with darkness,
and a desire for higher love-making sweeps you upward.

Distance does not make you falter.
Now, arriving in magic, flying,
and finally, insane for the light,
you are the butterfly and you are gone.
And so long as you haven't experienced this: to die and so to grow,
you are only a troubled guest on the dark earth.


by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

H/T to Martha, Martha

Beauty in the middle of the night

So, I'm sitting here at 5:04 in the morning, eating a Marie Callendar's chicken pot pie, having been rudely awakened by my rowdy lungs (a coughing fit, so to speak), I am blogging around, viewing my favorite website's forum (PC Mechanic), following the dismaying stories on the Net about my priest and I hit upon a beautiful image from a talented amateur photographer, Jules, of Maced With Grace, look at this:




Ain't that beautiful?

Couldn't help but laugh at this

Man, am I sick...

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Where was I? Oh yeah- I am sick. It's been about 3 weeks now that I've had this nasty cold. Runny nose and a lot of coughing, that's mostly it. Been coughing in my sleep lately, it's that bad.

Oh, and my voice.... It's shot and talking makes me cough. When we gather in the mornings to feed the poor at Catholic Worker and recite the prayers I remain silent so as to prevent a coughing bout. Now I don't even want to talk to anyone on the phone.

It's irritating. I really should see a doctor and maybe gets some antibiotics as I'm sure my lungs have a bacterial infection. Anything to speed up the recovery. Sure could use some health insurance....

There, that's enough pathetic blogging....

Oh, those politically correct twerps!

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I posted a comment on Computer Shopper's blog dealing with Dell announcing a "sustainablity" campaign to offset carbon dioxide usage by their computers. What rubbish.

That's so gorram ridiculous!
Plant a tree because you use a computer???
These environmentalist theories lead smart people to do stupid things. Of course Corporate America has to bend it's knee to the PC Gods, and no, that doesn't stand for personal computer! They don't have the guts to call a spade a spade.
For me, to express my political view, I am going to CHOP DOWN A TREE FOR EVERY COMPUTER I OWN!!!
There, you corporate weenies, stick that in your craw!

I wouldn't really chop down a tree, but the idiocy that proceeds from the mouths of liberals....

Just had to let you know, dear readers, what bugs me.

What bugs you?

A song which touches my heart

It caught my ear the first time I heard it.

This is Martina preachin' it to us.



And this is straight from her heart. It's the first song she's written, she co-wrote it with the Warren Brothers

What song touches your heart?

A free gift for my readers...

Want to place a free international long distance call? Well, Future Phone is here.

That's right, folks, if you have free long distance through your cell phone or some other way, then all you have to do is call Future Phone's regional number and you use that as a gateway for your international call!

Apparently it's a way to get a bunch of cell phone users together for a future marketing plan.
Try it, you'll like it!

27°F feels like 18° F

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Well, I'm going to help feed the homeless today and we have unusually wintry weather today. The high isn't supposed to get warmer than 37° F today. I am glad I'm not on the streets tonight....

Update:


Well, not being on the streets was not enough cuz we got no water I found out when I got home from work a few hours ago (it's 6 am).... The water pipes froze and burst.
Now I can't shower or anything....
Oh well, it gives me something to blog about. Heh.

So my sister is a real estate agent

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Hey, that's not my sister!!!

Heh. I don't have a digital pic of her, yet.

But my sis, successful woman that she is, has invested in a couple of fancy-shmancy condos, something I hope to do in the next few years. They have been delayed forever in final construction but have recently been finished. She is on some kind of contract for these other property managers to lease the places out for her. She called me yesterday and said she feared that due to some screwy circumstances they may not be able to get the sites rented for about a year and wants me to move in and rent one of them from her.

That sounds good and I'm flattered she'd want me to live in one of her condos but, folks, I'm broke these days. I'm not working full time yet (I plan on working two jobs once I finish the dealing class I just registered for at our community college) and won't for at least a couple of months. Even then I don't know if I could afford it.

I'd have to locate a reliable roommate- ugh! That's like finding a girlfriend without the kissing. Such a committment.... And what about when I can't find one? I'd have to come up with the $1300/ month rent myself!!! Sheesh- I hate to disappoint her but I'm not sure I want to do this.

I got a raging cold and all I want to do is sleep and play computer games. But now I have to rouse myself to drive out to this development on the outskirts of town and look at something today I don't even want to move in to.

Hrrrumph! All pay heed to his humbugness

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: His Highness Timothy the Prickly of Molton St Anywhere Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Yes, folks, I am the prickly one- careful, lest you come to close and get it!

H/T to Catholic Mom in Hawaii

It's my daughter's birthday

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Isn't she beautiful???

Well, it was actually Christmas Eve, but I took her out to Ramoni's Mac Grill today for lunch to celebrate.

My baby's 18!!! Man, I'm getting old. I'm kinda relieved, she turned out to be a great kid- she was the one I was most worried about most since she's my only girl and has a real fiery personality. But she has the sweetest heart and a great head on her shoulders.

Happy Birthday, dearest! You're always my baby.

Got to blog about something

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Man, it's been a few days here. Guess most of my time has been taken up playing the PC game, FEAR. Yes, that's what my life has devolved to, being a crazed gamer, staying up all night shooting bad guys and being scared by ghosts.
Sort of a devolution here. I'm not that good of a blogger, nor a Catholic either.