Images of Language and Incongruity Floating In My Head While Moaning and Groaning About WordPress

This is gonna be short. 

  • And that’s because – Fucking WordPress!!!  What is wrong with you guys. New version is just dandy when it grants you a visit otherwise you’re back doing the old shit again, typing each tag without spellcheck – OMG!  What a chore…

And now you’ve fucked up the most important page!  The super duper versions paper, which we compose on, and you’ve totally destroyed the basic formatting, where you have no idea how many times you have to hit return before you get that extra space you want in there, between paragraphs!
So, as demonstrated above, I can easily use bullet formatting or numeric, but I am no longer able to slide into paragraphs, and it is so fucking annoying!

What kind of Brains are developing these, these – I don’t even know what to call them!
(Personally I think they’re all missing a few screws.)

All very nice, of course, affable, but totally daffy when it comes to basic organizational thinking and, and what? Visualization system is inoperable?

URGENT:  

The Eyes of an Aesthete Wanted

On the other hand, if this is an example of how someone who may have Schizophrenia, for example, works, well, that’s another subject altogether. 

But why do we still need two versions of the Statistics?  Neither is much improved. So make a decision

Throw one in the trash, already!
Seeing the actual word italicized, however, is a whole lot better than than seeing words buried under HTML script. 

So that is an improvement. 
Congratulations, WordPress!

Bravo.
(Sorry. 

That just wouldn’t stay in any longer.)

Ever since I did the update, I’ve been wanting to put this down on paper, but something else always managed to shove it below the pile, where it finally said …
No more of this!
I will no longer be a wallflower!

                     THE END

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The Bipolarians

Could not remember, so I just asked a friend if I had told him about The Bipolarians.

I first discovered them living among us about a year ago. It was after a legal hearing for a Bipolarian. Three of us posed for a snapshot selfie, which is what I later used to introduce our world to The Bipolarians, by posting it on Facebook.

Their fathers are big on Education; theirs mothers, Art. This creates an unusual mix of chemicals. We’re not exactly sure what those chemicals are yet. But we sure would like to get our hands on the formula, wouldn’t we?

Then we can produce enhanced Bipolarians right here on Earth!

Wouldn’t that be exciting?

Anyway they are highly revered on their planet.

Unlike here.
Where the planet loves them. And Nature adores them for their spontaneity. –
But those from their own species do not.

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

WordPress is determined to introduce new ways of solving problems because of their dinosaur physique.

They squeeze the solutions out of their users.

SO …

And this post keeps popping up as having failed to post.

So at this point, I have no idea how many of these are out there.

But it sure is lots of fun!


_______________________
So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …

At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.

It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.

As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)

I made it!
Yay…………

________________
One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?

Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.

Dynamite stuff.

The Difference Between The Crazy Ones And The Normal One

WordPress is determined to introduce new ways of solving problems because of their dinosaur physique.

They squeeze the solutions out of their users.

SO …

And this post keeps popping up as having failed to post.

So at this point, I have no idea how many of these are out there.

But it sure is lots of fun!


_______________________
So I have no idea whatsoever where this fits in this fomenting imaginary monster …

At some point I recall saying something about patterns emerging, but beyond that, I haven’t got the foggiest as to what’s going on here.

It all began with a tiny accident. Lately, I see pieces that had posted showing the post failed. I didn’t want a double-post, and I didn’t know what to do with it, other than edit what lay ahead of me and publish it.

As for today (space for confessional here) the sky is chronically gray with occasional intense thunderstorms. And it is on this day – today – my marriage ended, according to court filings. (Appropriate forecast there.)

I made it!
Yay…………

________________
One may often wonder about that …
How do you explain it?
To demonstrate an accurate version of it.
What general perceptions exist about the Crazies? Stereotypes?

Well lots of those exist.
They’re really popular.

Dynamite stuff.

The Abysmal Truth About Rockville

You can get from here to Rockville in 45 minutes. Straight down I-95 South. In other words … Not far.

So do you ever hear of Dylan making a run to Rockville when he’s playing Baltimore?

Or anyone else for that matter?

Example: “THIS IS NOT (Watercolor)

Done.”

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Write? Dance? Paint? Music? Practical Decisions Made Early in Life

Many will say artists are highly impractical creatures.
I say humbug to that.

I’d bet we are far better decision makers than top executives at top firms. And its methodology is simple. No complex formulas required to discover.

For us.
At least.

You often wonder why when masses of stupid people persist in identifying us through such a trait we just don’t stand up and rebel?

Guess what?

I was very young when I made my decision. Not more than 5, probably.

I took a good look at myself and said: “Now what do you want to do with yourself? Which one is it gonna be?”

“Why does it have to be one?” I said. “Why not as many as possible?”

“Whatever.”

“Based on my mathematical computations, I conclude the following order of concentration:

Writing
Dancing
Painting
Music

All you need is a pencil, pen, and paper for one.

And for the other, it’s all there. You walk around in it all the time – your body.”