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Please … STOP BLOGGING

 

I … can’t … keep … up

Seriously, stop blogging. Just for a day or two. 

Please …

How did it get this bad?

It started simply enough. I decided to automatically follow anyone who liked or commented on any one of my posts. Then to make sure that I read them, I went to “Blogs I Follow” and made sure I got an email notification for every new post. I figured that anyone who liked or commented on one of my posts was a like-minded spirit and would be interesting to follow. More or less this turned out to be a correct assumption.

Others turned out not so much. Some had long, rambling (boring) tl;dr posts that I just couldn’t wade through. Some posted every minute of every day and flooded my email with posts. Some posted on topics that were of absolutely no interest to me. So for these I went back to “Blogs I Follow” and turned off email notification.

Now I was down to the blogs that were interesting. Your blogs. Your stories. Your cats. Your photos. Your news. Your ideas. Your humor. Your successes. Your fears. Your emotions. All of it good. All of it interesting.

  

Even as I write this, the email counter ratchets upward. Notifications are coming in faster than I can delete them. But I can’t just delete them. I have to look at them in order to delete them and then I read them and then I click on the link and go to the post and then I read the comments and by the time I’m done more notifications have come in. Even worse I may decide to reblog one. By the time I’m done, yet more notifications are in my mailbox.

  

I originally started this blog a few years ago as a venue for writing Fiction and autobiographical history. Then I started adding cat photos. Then reblogs of interesting posts and videos. Now I can’t even keep up with the blogs I follow.

 

 
(help…)
  

(please …)

  

Time Warp

With a bit of a mind flip, you’re into the time-slip, and nothing can ever be the same.

~ Rocky Horror Picture Show, 1975

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Let’s do the Time Warp again

Several posts ago, I told you that I had figured out how to schedule posts into the future. If you look at the posting time for all of the TNW – Day nn chapters, you will see that they are all posted, that is scheduled, for Sunday at 2:00 AM.

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Except for TNW – Day 45

When I tried to schedule it for 2 AM, the 2 was grayed out. No matter how hard I tried, it would jump back to 1 or ahead to 3. It was frustrating, but I ended up scheduling it for 1:05 AM and thought nothing more about it.

It just occurred to me a short while ago …

2 AM didn’t exist.

The 2 o’clock hour didn’t exist.

With a bit of a mind flip, you’re into the time-slip, and nothing can ever be the same.

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What would aliens say when told Earthlings shift clocks twice a year to fool themselves into thinking there’s more sunlight.

~ Neil deGrasse Tyson via Twitter

Time Whores

Selling my minutes, my hours,my days.
Striving for better than minimum wage.
Up at 6:00, snooze five minutes more,
then off to work where I’m a time whore.

When I was young I lived off the clock
and when I retire I’ll be too old to walk
very far without getting sore.
Life is a bitch when you’re a time whore.

My time’s not my own when I’m on your clock.
Sometime’s I just want to get out my Glock
And blow out my brains ’cause I know what’s in store.
Your time’s not your own when you’re a time whore.

Whether doctor or lawyer or Indian chief
you’re selling your time to a devious thief
who pays you in lucre but demands so much more.
One way or another we’re all just time whores.

Copyright © 2014 by Christian Bergman, All rights reserved.

Number One Son

Ye Olde Kid Sister wrote this song thirty years ago when #1 son was born. Last week she put this video together.

Leaving for the wedding in a few hours.

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I wrote this song in October of 1983, just before I met my nephew, Tom, for the first time. And I thought that now was the perfect occasion to get out my old cassette player, make a digital copy of the song and add a few pictures. Congratulations, Tom and Jane! I love you, Nora

http://animoto.com/play/CxG7iPDHkZiaWh2IwtYDkw