everything is serious

in it's own way... just when you are sure i am completely irreverently irreversibly the comedic genius of the universe (in alien languages, this blog is hysterical), you wonder if i am serious... and then i go throw a title like this one at you and swear by all that is holy on the planet krypton that if we repeat the story often enough, it might actually come true and one of us will fly away... no annual fees, but you owe $40 a month if you do not use the service, so use the service and pay the per-use service fee, or lose $40 a month for doing nothing... no annual fees though... and if you were superman, what would you do?... and how would you handle god and all the people who might want to kill you because, at least in their minds, you challenge their gods?... would you put on your best dress and dance?... with whom?... yeah, tough questions will be the folly of me... probably after i die though... all this talk about death has me wondering about fruit flies again...

so many years, so many books and blogs, so many entries, so many words consciously and subconsciously complicating through repetition and ... the simplicity that is everything... jacob's ladder or occam's razor... or maybe it's murphy's law... optimist or pessimist, delusional or realist, idealist or cynic... it is your choice, what do you see?...

contact, narf :)