Don't Mess With Mister In-Between

There's another reason why I haven't been writing essays like my non-exsistent The State of the World: It's not what this blog is about.

Not that I'm saying that I know what this blog is about. It's just a filtered stream-of-consciousness, really. Whatever survives from the time it pops into my head to the time I sit down at the keyboard - and won't get me arrested - in it goes. Except - there's this filter thingy involved. It slaps little markers on my thoughts like whiny or pompous* and another post goes *pooft* into orange smoke before I can hit the Save button.

One of the guidelines I set myself when I started trying to work out what I was blogging about was accentuate the positive. Or it would have been, except that I hate the word accentuate and refuse to use it. In fact, I never use a five-syllable (counts) four-syllable word where a one or two syllable word will do. In writing, I strive for utmost clarity and precision, so if anyone needs a copy of my Nuclear Engineering for Grade Schoolers, just give me a yell.

And I don't set myself guidelines like that anyway; smarmy little bits of so-called wisdom set my teeth on edge.

He's got hiiiigh hopes,
He's got hiiiigh hopes,
He's got high apple pie in the
Sky hopes

If I wanted to write about all the bad and stupid things happening in the world, at least I'd have no shortage of material. But, I note, there already are people writing about the bad and the stupid, and doing a fine job at it too, and my efforts would disappear like the ripples from a pebble dropped in the ocean during a hurricane.**

So I'll write about the good, whenever I can, and wherever I find it. And when I do find that I simply must rant about something, I will endeavour to make it at least amusing if not instructive.

So any time your gettin' low,
'Stead of lettin' go,
Just remember that ant -
Oops there goes another rubber tree plant

You little bastard, that's the third one this week! Do you have any idea how much those things cost?

Um... Y'know, I think it might just be time for bed.

See you.

* Or, all too often, stupid.
** I've tried this and know whereof I speak.

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