God gone, go-go end, do no egg, ego dong, ode gong??
Aurora (Northern Lights)
Under the Tusken Sun
Third Day, You are beautiful my sweet sweet song
Sweet Tired Cat
Once upon a time if I said something to K she would seem
to have the right idea and she would act on it, with the
kind of “do it up big” zeal that suggests inspriation. I
always seemed to respond to K in my way as if on cue.
K and I will not be talking until J arrives, looks like.
These are true words… but I have few words left.
Sorry. Once upon a time, I would have “warned folks” the
way that I do where I “predict trouble” about putting as
many “active content” items in one page (which, in a way
every large graphics file is, since the “resizing” which
might take place whenever the specs for height or width,
directly relating to the size of the file, including the
possible presence of .gif or other proprietary formatted
data objects (stuff that does not go “directly” onto the
monitor’s screen, or goes to the speakers) where you are
expected to “own the rights” to “look at” those files.
Meanwhile, tons of disgusting content are “freely” to be
had for the “asking” which means search if you know how.
I always seemed to know how to hunt better than any more
qualified bear, and nobody could ever understand it. The
one you do not wish to “threaten” with intelligence will
often “turn out” to be your boss — so, not any surprise
in cases where it *is* your boss, that place you work –
if I do not get this done, I have failed, but all of “my
places” need this ‘note on the front door’ now, and that
means I must have five, even six things I must do yet…
Somehow my “departure” must not leave a gaping hole, the
emptiness inside when someone “maybe too important” goes
away and never comes back. Like my friend Doug who could
very well turn out to be the best of all time (1953-1975)
if he was “taken away from me” the way some folks see it.
Bleah on that “personal point of view” is what I *do*.
Then I will be all set, as the saying goes. SO…
“Bye, for now, my love”
–g
