Oh dear, what title should I use

I am back. I was back, yesterday, too, but by the time I posted Blogger was down and the fucking thing did not save my full draft. Who can recall what I made fun of?

I did state that I have noticed that a number of blogs and bloggers that I had frequented in the past have given it up? I am not contemplating that. I do wish that that muse would be speak to me, whispering sweet somethings, into my brain more frequently than she has. I may have to go out and "buy" me a muse. Anyone know I could pick one up?

Is picking up a muse anything like trolling for hookers? I was involved in that once. It is not what you think and as usual I was on the periphery. Close enough to see what was going on, but far enough away to stay out of harm's way (if it had come to that). I will not get into the story as it is almost 20 years old, involves strippers who did not show for a stag (imagine that....unreliable stripper chicks) and the need for "entertainment" in the Carlton and Jarvis area on short notice.

That is all that you get.

Oh, yeah. If I ever think to take the bus to travel (I would consider traveling by rail) across the country, remind me a random stabbing and beheading. Of course, it occurred near Portage La Prairie, Manitoba. Having been there in February, I can see why you would do something like that there. There is not much else for fun, except the indoor pool and slide at the Super 8 Motel.

That kind of shit just does not happen on trains. Too high a class of rider. I do recall taking the bus home from Kirkland Lake with my mother once in late August. It would have had to have been about 1973 or '74, as my grandparents still lived in Kirkland Lake then. That was fun, if by fun I mean terminally boring. Recall, there were no video games, let alone handheld ones, laptop computers or portable DVD players. I was forced to read and watch a lot of boring highway pass. The only good thing is that I did not have to drive, and I do not mind driving on road trips.

I do recall, crappy, sandwiches in the bus station vending machine. Even back then, I was picky about my sandwiches. Mayo, or thought of it curdling in the sun, makes me sick. As does, sour cream and yogurt, if I put my mind to it. I do have this thing about fermented milk products. I would have been miscast in "Alienation".

I am done for now. How is that for abrupt? Ciao!