Bottom’s lucky escape from JJ Beazley’s groping fingers.
What I want to know is how they manage to get these things into Google stats, but not my Feedjit. I don’t understand. Entertaining, though. Carry on.
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...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
About Me
- JJ
- Ashbourne, Derbyshire, United Kingdom
- I've never had money because I've never been driven by money. I received little formal education beyond the age of sixteen, which isn't such a bad thing since you get a different angle on life that way. Learning what you want and need to learn often reveals things that the system's road keeps hidden.
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Anyone interested in viewing the availablity of my novel Odyssey or novella The Gift Horse can do so here.
To Be Retained...
...until death do re-unite or the Priestess return to Avalon.
Khalil Gibran on Children.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
OMAR KAYYAM ON REGRET.
The moving finger writes and, having writ, moves on. Nor all your piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line, nor all your tears wash out a word of it.
Herman Hess on Nobility
There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man. True nobility lies in being superior to your former self .
Free Fiction
I have another blog called A Handful of Stories on which I've posted some of my short fiction. Most of it has been published by a variety of independent small press publishers, so somebody other than me must have thought it worth reading.
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This character appears in one of my short stories, and also in the novel. He's sadder than he looks, poor thing.
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5 comments:
That is hilarious! How do you track who comes to your blog from Google?
It's me what's been doin' it, Beazlebub! Me and no one else. I been googlin' yer poxy name and bringing up yer pissy posts like vomit!
Both Google stats and Feedjit show them, Andrea. You get Google stats by setting 'Blogger in Draft' on your dashboard. What I don't understand is how at least two people have managed to get search terms in Google stats, but not Feedjit. It could just be accidental, since Feedjit does miss visits sometimes. I expect it's their way of getting you to have the expensive pro version.
Hoagy McPhee, eh? At 8.32 GMT. Mm... Somebody used to call me Beazlebub years ago, but I don't remember who. Please do continue. Being an emetic appeals to me.
I searched for you with something just to see if you would post about it. Not this though.
Really? I thought everything was accounted for except the one in 'Flumoxed,' and I'm pretty sure that wasn't you! Not unless I've got you very, very wrong.
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