Wordly Messages From Myles About His Life.
In the world of Unending Facebook Privacy Flops, I thought I’d check out the released-via-filesharing lists of 100 million users that was announced earlier this week… to see if I was there.
I wasn’t.
Unless you still think my name is some version of “Mike” [no insult to you, Kalorrith, I salute your House].
Txt files over 1GB? Damn.
Be Seeing You.After work, whilst on my way to a local establishment, I walk into the local bookstore. I then walk onto the bookstore’s resident cat. In an effort to step off the cat as fast as possible, I trip onto the very same cat as he tried to get away as fast as possible from the idiot who had stepped on him. We both tried again and were both successful in our efforts.
Only I, however, was successful in gathering stares from the other Humans in the bookstore. I apologized, and a second time on my way out. All in all, I got a story at no harm to the cat.
If I didn’t know better, I’d join the circus.
Be Seeing You.Hearing “Be Seeing You” in a NCIS [a show about USN cops, secret spy activities, and crime scene analysis] was quite fun, especially from the particular character//actor it came from.
Be Seeing You.Whilst waiting for a friend at my favorite area bar, I was informed that prices had increased on most beers during happy hour by a significant amount. I was not affected, luckily, but still I noticed.
Whilst church shopping, a fatal car collision occurred at my current church. Obviously, something I missed in person but have been hearing and will continue to hear about for many a virtual millennium. Though part of me wants pictures in lieu of not being there [thank you, Captain Morbid], I do have a fairly good idea and holodeck of what happened [thank you, History Man & Imagination Boy].
Now, to hopefully dig my way to selling more stuff…
Be Seeing You.7am sharp, patriotic marching music drives by our place. Talk about waking up in The Village.
Whichever. Happy Independence Day.
Be Seeing You.