I’m starting this morning with a shout out to Phoebe over at Drops of Ink.

“Ernie, you seem to be missing most of my comments and I’m so sorry and I hope you didn’t think I was just ignoring you and being a bitch.”

Miss Communication

WhorePress has started to play their games one more time
Not letting me comment with friends of mine
I try and I get the same old message again and again
"This action is not allowed", it leaves me salty without a grin

My vanishing comments suddenly go up into the clouds above
I'm left feeling desperation instead of passing on my love
Why is it that whenever I get on a funtastic roll of wit
The WordPress admin screws up and doesn't give a shit

There is one thing that I know for a fact to be true and clear
As my words float into the air, my dragon stays near
And as for that dawg thinking I don't care or understand
He will patiently wait for unfocused comments once again

On to the Next

Rain is slapping the window sill this morning as I sip the hot, black nectar of Cafe Bustelo’s energy producing smoothness. I didn’t have to wait for the altered mind’s mischievous gears to kick very long today as the email from Phoebe sat this post in motion.

And now that it is in motion where in the hell am I headed with it? Into an altered realm of what exactly?

I know that warming my bones in the morning sun is nixed by the dark clouds of wetness that are dumping on me like WordPress is dumping on Phoebe. With a gloomy day ahead and no desire to work on my book the choices I offer myself for entertainment are narrowed down quite rapidly.

Clean house, surf the web, eat dawgy snacks and nap, sounds like a mighty fine plan if I do bark so myself. Have a great day my friends and stay peacefully blessed.

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