Sometimes I grow tired of my mutterings. This constant need to jabber endlessly and offer unsolicited opinions on matters that mean little to other people seems pointless. My posts take on a decidedly vacuous appearance. Even saying this seems egocentric.
I want to shut up.
Maybe I’ll change my mind in an hour or two. Or tomorrow.
Do check back if you feel so inclined.
TTFN, and thank you.
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This becomes a recurring state of mind, I see Jeff. It's normal to feel this way when one has a blog (or when one just exists, actually). I for one have enjoyed your last few posts and I'm sure your readers (those who aren't on holiday somewhere) have, too.
I empathize with your musings on suburbia, felt provoked by the Wallace Stevens poem and greatly moved by the story of the man who emerged from his brain damage. Even the cloak and dagger appearances of Miss India continue to entertain! There's a screenplay somewhere in here, so stop complaining!
Germany lost you know :) and confirmed the latest prediction of our "psychic octopus!" Do you know about this? If not, it may cheer you: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/world/europe/10521867.stm
Have a nice night and write again on the morrow!
Della, you're too lovely (oops, the last time I used that word I got told off) and too kind.
But I'm not complaining. I just sometimes get fed up with certain things and walk away. Actually, my real problem is that I'm becoming TOO fond of this blogging business! Don't tell anybody.
As for that octopus, the whole thing is ridiculous. It got one wrong, for heaven's sake! What use is that. Just because it looks considerably more intelligent than the average footballer, football manager, football pundit, footballer's manager...
Did I say I have a lot of respect for animals?
Damn, the next post is forming already. I expect I'll be back soon enough.
Miss India's great, ain't she? I doubt many English people would know what 'non sequitor' means. Images, images...
Bless you Della Have a good night yourself.
Blow me! I just noticed that the verification letters are 'trite.' Fancy that. It's that bloody octopus again, I'll bet.
Why do you want to shut up? I think your mutterings serves as a proof that you are thinking and processing, which is a good thing!
Yay you're alive and thinking!
Quote you: 'I love it when people throw random statements like that into the air. It suggests a keen and fertile mind.'
I personally read most of your posts, even though I don't comment...haha sorry.
I want to shut up sometimes because I get tired of hearing myself think. I'm 'blessed' with a jack-in-the-box brain that's never quite sure whether it wants to be profound, sensible, lunatic or just plain silly at the moment. My sense of humour frequently missed or misunderstood (because it's often oblique, so my fault) and I know I'm never going to have all the answers anyway. So sometimes I just think 'what the...' and switch off. Unfortunately for you, it never lasts.
Thanks, Carms. I promise to haunt you nicely!
Carmen is right Jeff, because although you grow tired of your mutterings (I get the same feeling about myself), your readers don't feel that way (i.e., those who choose to visit). Moving from the profound and sensible to the lunatic and silly is what makes it so nice to come here. I could read all those trendy "salon" blogs or the political ones and though I might agree with their ideas, they bore me silly. Enough said now, you've had too many compliments for one day. Yes, the octopus thing is absolutely ridiculous – another piece of "non news" the media tries to placate us with :)
But I LIKE the octopus. Compared with football he's really interesting. And he makes the right decisions most of the time. I'd give him Cameron's job in a flash. I voted Green last time, but I'd happily change to The Cephalapod Front, given the chance.
Bless you, Della. The Fursts seems to be inactive at the moment. Sleeping off the efffects of the cat-stewed tea, perhaps. Sorry. Dormouse.
I think The Fürsts Need a Vacation will be my next post.. :)
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