Okay Okay all the marks are out. And well, sufficiently screwed up, but not hanging down my head and Tom Doolying. Just feel like being on my own a bit more.
I have a new interest. I like the Zeeba Neighba guys the best.
I'm a little tired of this blog. I miss being anonymous. Now I'm just, well, this -

No! I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
Am an attendant lord, one that will do
To swell a progress, start a scene or two,
Advise the prince; no doubt, an easy tool,
Deferential, glad to be of use,
Politic, cautious, and meticulous;
Full of high sentence, but a bit obtuse;
At times, indeed, almost ridiculous—
Almost, at times, the Fool.

And not just blog-wise. Honestly, I think I'm unsocial, 'cause I'm worried about becoming an antisocial. I'm taciturn, because if I was otherwise, I'd have no friends. Stripped off everything, I'm just kind of scary. Hurtful, revengeful, brutal and even a little crass. I guess people are luckier to have me as someone meek, dispassionate, politically correct and cautious. Hypocritical, but peaceful, unobtrusive, forgettable, hassle-free and occassionally entertaining. It's tiring, but safer. Much.