Yeah, a mate gets up and his tyres are shot off.
Nothing to do with Seti, I hope.
At least they did not come into the house.
Bloodbath it would be.
Bloody bitch, changing two tyres though.
Must just have been hooligans, I suppose.
If they get too close to home and the kitties, there shall be trouble more than they shall deem worthy of finding.
Watch is on tonight......as if I did not have enough to worry or sleep about.

Got to get up and change those tyres now. Crap.

Might I share something with you?
Youtube is a most amazing thing.
It is evolving and at times now is scary about knowing what I want and need.

Here is a wonderful, if yet scary example.

I popped into the tube, for to find another Toothless vid.
It insisted in pointing me elsewhere.
Allison Krause, it said......
And so I did.
I am not knee deep in dear Allison.
Now sorrry, just astounded.
She is a wonderful gurl.....

Wonderful song, wonderful gurl.
And James Taylor to top it off...........
How's the World Treating You?
A very special song and moment in my time.

And you may or may not wonder.........
What does Mark do and where does he go in the dead of night.
Here is one of those places I go, and it is available to all of you too.,

Alison Krauss sings the classic
Boxer by Paul Simon.
Now may you know just why I can cry out loud at times......the moment requires it.
Paul penned one of my favorite phrases of all time when he wrote this............
And so appropriate here.
"A man hears what he wants to hear, and disregards the rest."

As have many of you. As the saying goes, no truer words were ever spoken.
You are all guilty as accused, my friends.

For my love, Lori......

Lay down beside me..............

And same to my Seti friends...tho not in the same sense of the term.
I need you to lay down your arms and understand me at times, too.

Take the song in whatever sense of the term it touches you.

Meow now.

And for my Seti friends........
"If you do not believe me, come and gaze upon the
shadow on your door."

I love you all so much.
I have a heart like a wheel............as the other song goes.

The world I live in is so tragic and torn at times...........
I do my best to rejoice in it......but my voice at times whilst singing is quite muffled by the reality of it all.

I stand up each day and say, hey!
And then something finds it's way and gives me it's own hi howdy.

I go back to Hank's ballads.
I go back to my younger years and wonder.
I get ditched in the past and cannot ponder the future and it's possible wonders.
And I find I am so lonesome I could Cry.

I am just telling you this because some of you just don't have a clue what a manic depressive goes through from morning 'till night.
I can get up in the morning with the best view of the world possible, and by nightfall it has all crashed.

Alcohol is not the problem, my friends. The juice just makes it easier to tolerate. And to speak about it. The underlying tide is there, even when I go a week or more without the booze, kids. It still is trying to slay me.

If I wander far and wide at times, it is not because I am trying to avoid you. It is because I am trying to avoid ME.

So I go off on my little mind trips that annoy you so, because you cannot tell just when I am telling past stories and when I am fabricating.
I can tell you here and now, about 99 percent of what I fabricate is based upon the truth of my life's expieriences, no matter how absurd some may seem.

I had a rather adventurous childhood. Been there, done that kinda thingy.
I really did sleep with JJ. I really did give Suzi Quattro a peck on the cheek.
Those are facts, not fabrications. I do have a GF Lori, who is really pissed at me right now. That is a fact too.

It is kinda like this..........
Most folks don't give a rat's psteriour about what I say at times.
But I still find the need to say it.

Some day when I retire from the fire truck factory, I'll write a book for you...LOL.

NOW, I shall Little Bo Peep..

It seems that I am the 142nd gun in the west........
I wuz just lookin' for 143.

The Ballad of Irving,,,,,,,,BIG Irving.

Kay's lament still applies.
1952 Kay Starr.

And believe it or not.......
Ms. Kay Starr is still alive at about 92 yo.
Here she is in her best days. circa I would guess about 1960 something.

You kids...and that includes YOU, Eric.
Never had the joy of balladeers or balladeeesses like this.
You lost out on a lot of great songs.
I still own some of them on 45s.
Some of you do not appreciate my sense of the past, but damn howdy.....
I do revel in it at times.

The crap that pervades the radio these days is mostly tripe, and you know it.

Hellooooooooooooooo Bluebird.

I know it has been said many times in many ways, but those my friend, WERE the days.

And some of you got in right on the edge of those great singers.
We lost one way too early...
I was puzzled when I first hit this link.
Thought it was Liza.
Nope.
This is her child.
Judy...
One of this world's truest losses.

You've had your one swear word of the day allowance.

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What, Chris....
I have the record or most posts in a row beacase nobody gave a shit to repsond in between??

Yes, I have been having a somewhat one sided conversation with myself, belcvaus I happen to have a lot to say at tims, and the general Seti populace does not attend this forum.\
You are intelligent enough to umderstamd my posts.

Pardon my major speeling errors.........I am having a day, Sir.
Not yours to question. SIR.

I'll get around to the spelling errors when something more important comes along.
Like Obama getting a .45 slug from temple to temple.
Then, I shall delight you with my elucidation.

Which, barn snipe, I am quite capable of.

Putz at times you are, Chris.

Meow.

Oops..
I used a term which Chris might not understand.
My bad.

Putz means penis in yiddish.
Or closely termed in current usage, prick.
In my current usage, putz just means a useless individual, akin to a foreskin.

About the same as the yiddish term.

I have words for the female version of useless genitalia, but they are much less polite.

You have not vanquidhrf s kinr, Vthid.
You have only meomtarity and incredibly annoyed one.

Your pride lately has been enough to annoy others,.
And if I am not mistaken, you might well be on the ban vote soon yourself.
I have learned that is is not what you think of yoursefl, but what others consider you to be.\\
You
You.

might do well to conwsider the lessos yu have sent to me, Sirl\\UI \

Your ipinions lately onllllly exceed your sipposed impertancve, my frined.

We all have faults, Chris.
I cerrtain ly do, and liver up to them

I have a dragon in my life now.
Abd the kities look up to and afore him.
He is my tootless kitty now.

He is everytihing I adoes about kittiesk . Plus evereything.

EX kinda amonosished me for wathiing too meany teem vids.
I suppose she would know.

Ny own experience is that I know what I wietness and only that much.\\Toothless came to visite the kitties and myseof tonight.\\he growled and the sat down and purred.\\Je suis kitte\

I think it's time you took some time out, Mark. You're making even less sense than you normally do on a Saturday.

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Well, I have to stay strong..........
I can do anything if I make my mind up to do so.
Anything at all.
You, of all people, would know that.

I am going in for a long sleep tonight.
I have to.
There is too much riding on everything I say and do right now, and it taxes me a lot.



I am just one kitty. Alone and rejected for a very long while
I have months of pain to deal with. amd that mmight take a bit./
I have tried to promise that I won't crash and burn upon impact.


I would require more headwinmd to do do, and I have trried NOT to take running start at this.

I do realize at this time, that I have too much to lose, and too much to offer tohers to got quietly intly this next goodnight.

For once, I do think I have somewhat of an agenca/
You can piss me off, or you can be supportive.
Now it's YOUR choice. buddy.
YOurs.

I think it's time you took some time out, Mark. You're making even less sense than you normally do on a Saturday.

OK, buddy.
Just know that when I do, it's gonna be a long one.
There might not be any coming back for me.
Be very careful what you wish for. Unless you truly want me to go away.
I can do this.
It would hurt, but I can do this. Be very careful.

If your wish is for me to leave, state so here and now.
I shall go and not bother you further.

I am outta here.
I have been dissed, and that does not suit me.