Ramblings of an American Madman

Ramblings of an American Madman - Just another Day - just another day in the life of a dude that is relatively ignorant about computers and the Internet and world wide web and URL's, http's, com., org., copy, paste, send, view, right click, left click, escape, F1, F2 and FU... but otherwise just another day.
Had several people ask how come I haven't been posting for the last week or so and I must confess it is because I am ignorant of computers for the most part. I was unable to share my Thanksgiving ramble and so I thought something was broken, like maybe the little wire that connects this blog to the outside world was broken or something. That is how my mind works or doesn't work - take your pick. So anyway, with the help of my technical support daughter I figured it out and now the world may enjoy ramblings once again on a regular basis - hello girls!
Started today as with many days by waking - always good - getting out of bed - good too - and then downing a large volume of coffee - which had me wired and ready to rumble by 7:30 or so this morning - wow, those 'bucks people can roast a mean bean - I couldn't sit down, couldn't stand still either - hell I was pacing in the kitchen just watching a pot of water boil - I rub coffee grounds on my wrists and ankles at pulse points to get the full caffeine effect - well, maybe just one wrist - ok, ok, ok.
Has anyone been following what is going on in the world? I know I ask this a lot but sometimes I lose track of world and other events - let's see, any earthquakes, floods, bombings, plane crashes, world famous golfers cheating on their wives? Anything like that? Oh, ok. Turns out Tiger is quite the dog and his wife has a wicked follow through with a 9 iron.
If you see Big Larry let him know some girl has been calling and wants him to contact her - she said something about being late and not remembering if she was in Idaho or Montana around the first of October - also something about Big Larry owing her $20 bucks, good luck with that!
The skin on the back of his hand was crawling like the skin of a snakes belly. He could flex his hand and the skin would move like a wave, a psychedelic picture, flowing and moving with the bone and muscle underneath. He sat there for hours just watching his skin moving, crawling, twitching with the ticking of the clock. His eyes locked on the back of his hand.
Have you ever been to Wichita? Me either. Bye lordy Bye.