NEW LOOK! Same Old TasteHere are thousands of pages on a myriad of topics awaiting the unsuspecting masochist who stumbles upon this domain. What's it all about? It's about one man and his obsession with learning and doing all different kinds of stuff. Pick your poison:
12 January 2025. If I'd been asked a year ago if I'd live to see 2025, I'd have merely laughed. How absurd! Well, here I am, although I'm not at all happy about it. I am simply alive. I don't have the money to put an end to this nonsense (ending my life medically is expensive), so I am more or less forced to continue as I am, although, trust me, I am looking at financial options. Because this is not living. This is surviving. Big, ugly difference. If I was a car, I'd be sold for scrap. Maybe, just for fun, park me in the middle of a field, lock the throttle wide open, and wait for a catastrophic engine failure. Oh, incidentally, my computer is mimicking me: still creeping along on half of its chips. A friend took pity on me and had it serviced. And, like me, it sorta functions; every so often it actually works correctly. It makes for a daily mystery: what's it going to do today? OLDER POSTS | Copyright © 1996-2025 by David K. Smith. All Rights Reserved. |