Transitions

Life transitions suck sometimes. In my case, they're certainly wreaking havoc with whatever ability I have to consistently entertain readers here, such as I've deluded myself to believe I've done since '05.

The past two months mark what I hope will be a gradual easing off of 'transitioning', and return to a bit more stability. Since I don't live in Califorlornia, I don't have to worry about geologic instability, on top of the rest.

Anyway, this will be something of an abbreviated 'Randomosity' post, as I seek to throw something against the Blogger wall...since the 'something' passed through my kitchen, it should stick to whatever it touches:

- it might be time to dust: I just sneezed, and room visibility dropped to zero. Better still, it might be time to move...

- I'll have to wait for the dust cloud to settle, before I know in which direction to move...

- I have a sneaking suspicion, but it farted and got caught. Bad suspicion...vewy vewy bad suspicion.

- insanity doesn't run in my family: it walks through rather leisurely, looking for anyone it might have missed.

- We are all God's children. Some are just more disownable than others.

- What is flushed with success? A turd.

- definition of suspended animation: a misbehaving cartoon character on a cancelled show.

- a malfunctioning robot is better off.

- Charlie Sheen and Lindsay Lohan should get married; they'd save 50% just by sharing their substance abuse.

Adda blee adda blee, that's all, folks!