I was SO delighted to be able to access my “CATEGORIES” that I just went wild, picking flowers, here and there, to better flavor the absurdity of this experience. I have been SO deprived on the WordPress iPhone App. My categories only go as far as “Contemporary Psychiatric Practices.”  That’s it.  EVERYTHING below that is buried somewhere, and WordPress will NOT allow me to access that information.


For a long time, I had to mutate single words through variations of their letters, to create a NEW category, which I knew I would only be able to use once —



That was every time I got the message: “THAT category already exists”

I KNOW that, already.

I created the category.

Now stop hiding the key from me!

But, alas.  You think they listened?  On Twitter.  And, at times, they even tried to wrestle me.  THAT was a mistake.  Because they never won the match!  But still, they continued with their lame and dull and scripted rhetoric, the language of nothingness, the language that does nothing, says nothing, the noise, the hum, the drone, the babbling, the language that simply takes up space, and their groupies who licked their lollipops there . . .

WordPress has responded!

Must be important.

But it was not.


Now to be fair, this is NOT unique to WordPress.  Government bureaucracies love that rhetoric, too.  And any other agency that portends to help others, but in fact, does its best to keep people chained to their shackles, and dizzying them with the wheels of this type of rhetoric.


I know it well.


Pretty sure I’m gonna bury WordPress soon.  It’s just WAY too complicated for me. And they just don’t listen.  But that’s another piece altogether.





The Happiest Mail Man In The World

Cindy had told me about him, but I didn’t pay attention. Something about The Talking Mail Man.

Oh. I said. 

But one day I was sitting by the window which I love to have opened – even when it’s cold – and I heard some animated talking below. 

At first, I thought someone was at the door, but I hadn’t heard a knock.  Still the animated talking continued outside. 

Then I was trying to determine the tone of the man talking below. 

There was seldom a pause and his is the only voice I heard. But I was still confused about a certain tone in his voice – below all that animated energy – what was behind that?  

And then. 

I heard it. 


That was it. I immediately knew whoever it was still laughed. (That’s a good sign these days.)

And that’s when I realized what Cindy had meant:

The Talking Mail Man

It was him. 

So then I started listening for The Talking Mail Man. And I learned. 

This guy never stops talking. It could be hailing and he’d still be on the phone. He easily could have been a stockbroker. A billionaire who liked delivering the mail.