My name is David and I am .......a Scribe!

I am back. I would say it is a record for me but there is so much to say. I am beginning to think that this, writing, is my destiny, or is that density. I mean twenty years ago, I finished off a stinit as Scribe for my fraternity. Weekly minutes were me.

It was fun, but meant that I had to give up my usual frat meeting role as shit disturber without portfolio to actually be responsible. I used to type up and print those minutes using our IBM PCjr using Homeword as the word processing software. That computer was not much more than an expensive typewriter with a color screen. It was crap when I look back on it. It had to have a processor speed of 50 kHz (now compare that to those 3 GHz machines they now make, the difference being kHz are thousands of cycles per second versus GHz being billions of cycles per second, how far have we, I am taking some of the credit for this like I deserve it, come, I know I came ten feet, a new record for me, I could put out somebody's eye from one end of the room which is as impressive as it sounds).

That crappy computer with the crappy Homeword program and all printed on a whisper quiet dot matrix printer. Of course, we had to use that dame printer paper with the perforated sides to remove the "holes" the allow the paper to be fed through the printer. I wonder whatever happened to that stuff?

It does make me put this compulsion I have about putting my observations into print into perspective. It is not something new to me, but something that I must do. I have too much to say and see too much not to share it. Well, it is all starting to make some sense. You know what that means, something is going to come along to fuck it up to remind me that whenever it start to makes sense is when it will begin to make nonsense. The comedy of life is what I call it and causes grown men to cry and mental defectives to take their own lives. Happy thought, huh?

Think about, ponder it, reflect on it and get back to me. I am outta here for now. Ciao!