American Idol...Scotty McCreery avoids blogs! Steve Tyler wowed fans!

In the aftermath of his astounding big win last night, Scotty McCreery found himself trotted around the show-biz-circuit today.

Ah, the toast of LA LA LAND!

The country-western star wannabee was everywhere! everywhere! everywhere!

But, don't expect Scotty to cruise the Internet soon, or check out what any bloggers have to say about his appearances on American Idol.

The kid with a twang in his voice has sworn off the blogosphere for his own reasons.

"On the Internet, they love you or they hate you," he solemnly quipped to one interviewer this morning, with a bit of a bad taste in his mouth.

So, he's putting his blinders on, and focusing on the kudos and crush of loving die-hard fans!

Meanwhile, last night's closing segment of American Idol generated a big buzz on major sites - and local news programs - bright-and-early this morning.

Some quipped that nobody but God could hit that high note that Steve Tyler managed to pull off - with little aplomb - to the stunned amazement of everyone in attendance and tuning in from the comfort of their homes.

Just how tight did his pants have to be to accomplish that feat, I wonder?

One anchor on Fox News in Vegas joked that when Jennifer Lopez was gracing the stage with her "ass" shimmy - that the foundations of the sound stage must have been rocking back-and-forth.

Just betcha that little maneuver - which she had obviously been practicing at home in front of a mirror - kept the pounds from taking their toll on her best ass-et in recent weeks.

Jennifer put slutty pole-dancers to shame!

Shake that booty, honey!

Lady GaGa was a knock-out when she - not only rocked on the stage - but engaged in sensual hanky-panky with a sexy young stud.

When they took the splash, well, it was symbolic - wasn't it?

Meanwhile, I can't fathom all the interest in what's-her-name, that came second.

She sure looks chunky to moi!

In spite of a smattering of juicy kisses planted on Scott McCreery'x face last night, the winsome twosome swear that they have no inclination to jump in-between-the-sheets.

Seems that Scotty has his mom on his mind a lot, so you figure it out!

Needless to say, the final episode was a smash success from a ratings point out view.

Uh-huh.

Viewer turn-out went through the roof.

Now, as the kids go out on tour, the producers gear up for season 11 (!) which starts up in about-a-month.

Break a leg, kids!

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Hackers...Epsilon security breach @ Banking Institutions! Plays havoc with computers!

Nasty intruders tripped up my blog reports!



The other night when a news alert flashed across the airwaves on the networks about a security breach at major financial institutions (Epsilon) around the country, I didn't give the issue too much thought.

For the most part, I do not bank "online", or risk compromising my computer by opening up any unsolicited e-mails.

But, the hackers got me, nonetheless.

As it turns out, I clicked on a communication from one financial institution I have an account with - at which point - a shit-load of computer glitches descended on me.

For hours, I struggled to get my PC up-and-running, but not without a lot of hair-pulling, and cussing, and what-have you.

I was particularly annoyed when a report on a couple of blog posts - info on the "Season Opener" for the Giants, for instance - ended up with incorrect factual information being published.

When I attempted to go back, edit, and correct the snafus - however - I was denied access to the dashboard on the blogspot web site.

Needless to say, a couple of glaring mistakes remained posted all day, which left me looking-the-fool (to say the least!).

Just now, at the witching hour, I have managed to access the site - update the information - and go to bed satisfied with a job well done.

Like the Giants, I may be a Champion in many respects, but I am not  perfect.

Hang in there with me, it gets better!

See 'ya!

http://www.thetattler.biz



Go! Giants! Go!

Writing tips...from the desk of Julian Ayrs!

The Internet provides a number of thought-provoking informative forums - and burgeoning blog sites - where inspired individuals may contribute their ideas on a myriad of topics ranging from the social to the political in nature.

In recent days, it has not escaped my attention - though - that many of the contributors fall short in their overall writing ability or the skills necessary to express themselves in a straight-forward understandable way.

For this reason, I am instituting a new feature at the Tattler.

"Writing tips...from the desk of Julian Ayrs."

So, with little more ado, here's the first new tip:

"Say what you mean"

  And,

"Mean what you say!"

'Til next time.

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Google's Blogspot...now filters spam comments!

No more unwanted links to Viagra!

If you are blessed with popular blog, then you are also cursed wth a perpetual flow of comments by enterprising individuals (and businesses) on the Internet attempting to hitch a ride on your high profile exposure by linking up with a constant barrage of ads for Viagra, Porn sites, you name it.

Of course, if you switch on the comment filter, the cheesey offers are blocked, until the blog owner either rejects or allows the post to be published on the web site.

Now, in view of the escalating problem which has been reaching epic proportions, Google has installed a "spam" filter like those installed on e-mail services on the World Wide Web.

If a blogger has not turned on the "comment filter", Google's new spam feature, will kick in.

For newbies in blog territory - who are in the dark about how to locate and manage filter controls - it is a virtual Godsend.

I expect that once the word is out, though, that hackers will find novel ways to crack in.

'Til then, bloggers (at some sites at least) are safe from unwanted intruders.

Thank you, Google, for rising to the occasion.

 

http://www.julianayrs.com

Blogger Mom...so annoying you could slap her! Stick to written medium, baby...

Gosh, did you happen to catch the "Blogger Mom" on a morning talk show at the crack of dawn?

Yikes, talk about bimbo babes!

In response to a post on ongoing trends by school boards around the country to "nickel & dime" parents to death, the producers of the Network show invited the anorexic-looking "mom" to appear and discuss the issues with their rapt anchor.

While I haven't read her tirades on the net, one thing is sure, the annoying gal hasn't any knack for the talk-show circuit.

The silly mouthpiece rambled on at break-neck speed in a high-pitched squeaky voice that was worse than nails on a blackboard.

At one point, I expect viewers just wanted to slap her.

And, she had all the personality and charm of a "used" tampon.

Yeah, I love to attack sacred cows!

A shudder shot through my body just before I managed to grab hold of the remote and switch the dial to some worthwhile comforting bill-of-fare.

Next to this whiner, Katie Couric was starting to look pretty good!

A word to the network brass!

Leave the hot seat open for the professionals, please.

Katie in any incarnation better choice than Blogger Mom!

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Celebrity...Sarah Palin & I have something in common! Autograph, please...

Fame!

 

Now, I'm beginning to fully understand what talk show hosts mean, when they probe their celebrity guests as to whether they can still go "out".

Of course, heartthrobs like Justin Bieber get mobbed on sight, heightening the possibility that the pint-sized performer might get crushed in a madcap rush.

Even famous people - of a lesser degree of visability - encounter awkward or unsettling moments when they stray alone into the real world.

Frankly, it wasn't until I roared into Vegas a few days ago, that it dawned on me that the curse of fame had descended upon me, too.

For some inexplicable reason, as quick as a wink, my mug has become instantly recognizable among the masses which startles and amazes me.

I'm not starring in my own night-time drama, after all.

Not yet, at least!

Say, what about a reality show featuring my blog?

Wonders never cease!

But, back to my tale of debauchery and fame.

When I am sitting in traffic these days - a thousand eyes from all vantage points turn in my direction - and I am forced to twiddle my thumbs and act nonchalantly for sanity's sake until the frigging light changes!

In fast-food take-out joints, a sort-of sleeping paralysis takes hold, when  the patrons learn of my identity one by one.

After a man and his wife spied me on the street yesterday, the lady looked back and hesitated.

"Should  I say something," she wondered aloud in a slight whisper.

Needless to say, I moved on.

I wasn't up to a close encounter of the third kind.

One of the funniest incidents occurred at McDonalds over the weekend.

As I noted in a previous post, the Wi-Fi was down at my Hotel, so I dashed out with computer in hand to avail myself of the free access at an outlet just across from the Sahara Hotel.

As this locaton, however, there was only one plug available for patrons.

So, I plunked down - plugged in - and tuned out.

As I was in the midst of polishing a paragraph, I had a burning sensation that someone's eyes were fixed tightly on me.

When I looked up, I was startled to find myself eyeball-to-eyeball with a motorist.

Uh-huh.

Turns out the drive-thru order station was just a few inches beyond my comfy perch on the other side of the picture window.

Without fail, every few minutes or so - when a hungry driver pulled up to order fries and a burger  - the scenario would start up all over again ad nauseam.

On each occasion, I slumped lower and lower in my chair, in a clandestine effort to hide my identity.

Later, I kicked myself.

I suppose I should have crafted a sign in an elegant script and offered up my autograph at $5.00 a pop.

Kidding!

One morning a twenty-something male actually followed me for about three blocks.

But, if he thought he was "tailing" me without my knowledge, he was dead-wrong.

I took a course in private investigations and was taught quite a few cool skills that come in handy to this day.

It is particularly disconcerting when I am lost in thought (reflecting on the right turn of a phrase for a post perhaps ) and it suddenly becomes painfully obvious - that I am being scrutinized from all-manner of folks from myriad walks of life within a twenty-or-thirty-foot perimeter (and then some).

OMG!

Did I appear to be talking to myself?

I have noticed these days that a few Latinos stare at me, probably because I gave the nod to the Nevada Governor, to sign into law the controversial Immigration Reform Bill.

You betcha.

Sarah Palin and I finally have one thing in common.

We're both on the Latino "hit" list.

Sometimes the behavior of some folks astounds me.

For example, I was on a shuttle bus provided by a Hotel one fine day, when I stood up and started to exit the bus.

I suddenly noticed  a woman - in a seat just forward - waiting for me to pass by first.

"Go ahead, Miss," I instructed politely.

A curious scenario also unfolds when I approach an open door around the same time others are about to enter it, too.

The strangers suddenly acquiesce (slow down) to allow me to go first.

I scoff at the notion that I deserve preferential treatment for some inexplicable reason.

I'll let you in on a secret, though.

The whole experience is quite exhausting.


Because I am constantly in the public eye, I am forced to maintain an energy level on par with my image, which can be a pretty draining charade to keep up in spite of the fact I am a robust man physically, mentally, and spiritually.


At times, I feel like I am walking in a dream world, when the madding crowd gazes on.

There is a thin line between reality and illusion, after all.


I try to stay grounded and down-to-earth for survival's sake.


With the knowledge that God appears in the humblest of places, of course!

Bellweather trends!

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Blogging...artist's multi-media-rich canvas! Art reflects times...

All of my life I have been an artist - so, of course - I have the temperament.

Whenever I create a painting or a piece of writing I do so with the intent of making a statement.

After all, art should reflect the times we are living in.

The role of the artist is to teach and enlighten and inspire.

With the advent of the internet and its subsequent popularity - and the development of nifty multi-media-rich blog sites - a new canvas sprang forth which was perfect for my own talents.

For example, my flair for - design, graphics, and color - could be applied to craft an eye-catching aesthetically-pleasing web site that exalted my own sense of style.

Unlike a book that may take a year or two to publish - there is an immediacy to blog posts, too - which has widespread appeal.

When it comes to social and political issues, a blog is a great way to get the word out fast, to the multitudes.

During the process, hopefully, a blogger will be able to raise the consciousness.

Initially, folks were up-in-arms and raged about the legitimacy of blogging.

To some, bloggers who penned articles on hard news - the election, profiles on public figures, social ills, etc. - were somehow not legit.

Journalists early on complained that bloggers didn't have the professional training - and that their lack of ethical standards - tended to throw a wild card into the mix.

Then, as newspaper sales plummeted - and bloggers started to rustle up some clout on the Internet - the dailies sat up and took notice.

Today, most journalists with major newspapers, have blogs that are universally accepted.

Bloggers have not only risen above the adversity in media circles, but are often quoted today, as reliable sources.

I have found that the lowly masses - at times - still shake their heads, though.

If a blogger writes an informative well-researched tell-all  piece - that happens to be controversial in nature - more often-than-not they get lambasted.

“Who do these bloggers think they are,” is the common lament heard across the land.

I pen my thoughts on the human condition - report on what I perceive all around me - and offer up a commentary on occasion.

I’m no different than a mainstream journalist who boasts a daily column in a high-profile publication.

When Andy Rooney spouts off on 60 minutes - no one questions his authority - or right to express his point of view.

Fox pundits hurl outrageous barbs (and half-truths) and no one bats an eye!

“Oh, that’s just Fox,” folks slyly wink.

Even the outlandish screaming headlines in the exploitative tabloids - grocery market fodder at the check-out line - are considered the norm (nothing to pooh pooh).

But, if a blogger does it?

The truth of the matter is that many get slammed.

I say, every forum has its merits and degrees of legitimacy.

So, I am no different than any other media outlet at the Tattler, in the final analysis.

I may take a pot shot at a store that rips people off, focus on a celebrity gaining notoriety, or toss a searing spotlight a news event that has taken the country by storm.

Or, simply muse on day-to-day events that touch people.

The Tattler's slogan is aptly titled:  A Slice of Life.

As far as I am concerned, that's my job, my lot in life (as an artist).

Just recently I was thrilled to hear a major film director point out to an interviewer that in film school, his professor hammered into his students, that every human being has a story worth telling.

It is an artist’s duty to makes sense of it - and tell it from their unique point of view - he noted in so many words.

I agree wholeheartedly.

Daily, my dramas and light-hearted adventures, unfold on my blog.

Judging by the numbers (hits) quite a few people are either educated, entertained , or downright intrigued by what I have to say.

As a mainstream alternative, I do pretty well!

And, what of the critics?

If I am not your cup of tea, then surf on to the next site.

Good riddance!

Ultimately, the Tattler is geared toward sophisticated intelligent individuals, who have a keen sense about Literature, and the role that the artist plays in the modern day.

Now,  if I could only get down to writing that Great Canadian Novel!

Carl Jung once said:

"Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its instrument. To perform this difficult office it is sometimes necessary for him to sacrifice happiness and everything that makes life worth living for the ordinary human being."

http://www.thetattler.com/

Anonymous comments...cowards!

I always have a big laugh when some bozo attempts to pen a comment for publication on one of my posts - after some opinion or point of view - has gotten them all fired up.

Yeah, these folks have balls, alright!

People are so brave about speaking their mind when it's done anonymously!

Cowards!

In contrast, I stand by every post - and do so with my legal name and mug - alonside the commentary.

I have ethics, after all!

Have a nice day, fella.

http://www.thetattler.biz

P.S.
Slander is uttered up and does not pertain to the written word, fool!

San Francisco...prying eyes! A get-a-way not that for blogger!

I didn't even have to rent a billboard!

With my heart set on a quiet get-a-way - I steered my SUV north on Hwy 101 - in the direction of the lofty climbs of the romantic city by the bay (San Francisco).

Unlike LA LA LAND - where a mushroom cloud of nasty smog hovers overhead daily - fresh prevailing winds off the ocean breeze in - and in the process - effect therapeutic healing properties.

Within hours, my sinuses dried up, and I was able to breathe contentedly once again!

In Frisco, getting around the picturesque downtown core is a snap, too.

On the first starry night in town - I parked the car, tossed the ignition keys on a dresser in my hotel suite, and proceeded to piece together an ambitious game-plan designed to track down the rich  historical remains of the unique city's golden past.

But, reality sunk in, when I ventured out for a steaming hot cup of Java & morning snack at the crack of dawn the following day.

Within minutes of biting into my scrumptous bagel slathered with high-protein gobs of peanut butter, I suddenly felt like that there were a thousand eyes on me!

As I turned and gazed up from my cozy perch at the side counter running the length of a sparkling-clean picture window that framed the bustling world floating by, I spied a handful of tourists, businessmen, and locals staring at me transfixed!

OMG!

Surprisingly, my mug appeared to be just as recognizable to strangers on the streets of San Francisco, as it is in my own neck-of-the-wood.

In fact, over the next few days, I was literally astounded by the reactions I encountered everywhere where I turned!

If I walked down a bustling street in the business district, for instance, passers-by zeroed in on me like flies on sh**.

Within seconds, they were nudging their pals in the ribs, or straining to alert their companions (with mouths awkwardly twisted half-closed in a surreptitious effort to conceal their whispers) that I was in their midst.

They reminded me of ventriloguists!

Some came to halt on the sidewalk, acted like they were checking their pocket for something, then proceeded to gaze after me as I headed down the street (as I pretended that I wasn't aware of the riot of emotions unfolding all around me).

In retail stores - faces froze, clerks chatted in hushed tones, and shoppers magically became glued to the polished parquette floors beneath their feet now burdensome dead-weights.

In clothing stores, stylists paid keen attention to the outfits on display that I scrutizined, and appeared to take mental notes.

In diners and variety stores, customers in line ahead of me, tended to step aside to allow me to go first.

Of course, I pooh-poohed the notion that I should get special treatment, and instructed those thoughtful few to "go ahead" as I ushered up a little bow of thanks (a gesture of respect Buddha-style).

On the one occasion that I drove to one location, I suddenly realized - too late - that I couldn't turn right on a red light on the downtown street.

To prevent myself from jutting out in front of traffic and pedestrians with the right-of-way, I put the gear in reverse, and backed up a few feet out of harm's way.

Wouldn't 'ya know it, passers-by spotted me in the driver's seat right away, and proceded to poke their friends and business associates as they gave me the old hairy eyeball.

I expect that in spite of the fact I have a perfect driving record (amazing considering how many years I have been behind the wheel of about eight different vehicles I have owned at one time or another) folks will be tittering (twittering, too) that I'm a dizzy driver.

Honest, I'm not.

But, don't worry, when the big bucks start rolling in, I'll hire a swanky limo to chauffeur me around!

Frankly, these days I am a bit overwhelmed by the instant fame, if you can call it that.

It's as if a major network has been broadcasting my photo over the airwaves - 24/7 - that's how recognizable I have become (the thought of which even stuns me).

If you want to become famous on sight, there are two ways to accomplish it.

Get on the nightly news or pen a high-profile controversial blog!

Why the nightly news?

Because I have experienced that phenomenon first hand.

Years ago, I was strolling down Santa Monica Boulevard, when I was witness to a drive-by shooting (a rare occurence in WeHo, believe me).

Shortly after the incident, I was chatting with a friend about what I witnessed, when a reporter from a local TV station approached me.

"You saw what happened?"

When I responded in the affirmative, he asked if I would agree to talk on camera about the incident.

"Sure, what the heck!"

Within minutes, the interview wrapped up, and I headed home to tuck in for the evening.

The next morning, when I pulled up to a pump at a gas station to fill up my tank, two Sheriff's driving by in a squad card gave me a thumbs up!

At first, I was startled by the gesture.

What the?

I looked over my shoulder to determine if they were waving to someone else behind me.

At this juncture, they laughed.

"We saw you on the news last night. Good job!"

Throughout the morning, everywhere I went, people would smile and blurt out:

"Heh, you're the guy from the news!"

Gosh, overnight, I had become a celebrity.

Why?

Because I was on the news, natch!

Apparently, CNN picked up the story, and it was being broadcast on the Network every thirty minutes or so throughout the evening.

Oy veh!

My current fame?

Well, it's decidedly more intense - so much so -  that I'm afraid to pick my nose in public or walk out the door unshaved or without running a brush through my curly locks first.

Ubiquitous dark glasses don't help.

I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille!

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Bloggers...abandoning blogs according to New York Times! Misleading info...

I would be remiss if I did not respond to the New York Times article just recently in which a reporter asserted that bloggers were abandoning their sites in droves. (06/07/09)

For starters, some of the reporter's statements were terribly misleading.

According to the journalist, one source - Technorati (the largest blog site in the world) - alleged that blogs were sitting idle and not being updated on a regular basis.

Although that bold-faced statement warranted a follow-up interview with at least a blogger or two to confirm the facts - the reporter was inclined to accept Technorati's observations as true.

In this instant case, the lack of journalistic ethic on the part of the writer, has left egg on the face of the New York Times staff.

The truth of the matter is that Technorati has been experiencing quite a few ongoing glitches at their site which account for the reason a handful of bloggers may have been reluctant to follow through in recent days.

For example, when I first signed up with Technorati, my blog posts at google's Blogspot (The Tattler) and WordPress (Pop Culture) were pinged on a daily basic; consequently, my material was always current and up-to-date.

So, time-sensitive notices about local and National events - and spur of-the-moment news flashes - were published quickly enough for readers to act upon them.

However, in recent weeks Technorati has been experiencing a number of technical problems which they have not been very quick to fix in spite of their professional obligation to do so.

Specifically, it should be noted in my own instant case, that although I wrote daily posts for weeks-on-end - on more than one occasion - Technorati falsely reported that no new posts had been published for days!

On those occasions did Technorati staff incorrectly assume I abandoned my blogs, too?

No wonder their data is out-of-whack!

Notwithstanding the aforementioned, once the flaws in the Technorati software came to my attention, I began to ping the posts daily since the automated system was not reliable from the get-go.

In spite of that dedicated effort on my part to ensure readers would receive all updated posts in a timely fashion, Technorati still managed to prevent material posting in a timely manner (sometimes for durations of twelve or thirteen days).

To make matters worse, Technorati's site crashes often, which adds to the frustration.

When a blogger attempts to log in, a bizarre message - The Monster got loose - may flash across the screen and instruct the individual to try back later (without any explanation).

Also, I can't count the number of times I have logged in to my account and received the startling message that my blog (The Tattler) didn't exist!

Duh!

As to the other issues raised by the New York Times?

The reporter asserted in the article that bloggers were abandoning their blogs because they were frustrated by the fact their arduous efforts were not panning out in spite of the fact they busted their butts - with the ultimate aim - of being "discovered".

For instance, the reporter surmised that because book deals (bloggers were eagerly anticipating) were not forthcoming - and fame did not come knocking on their door with a promise of untold overnight - that disenchanted bloggers were opting to jump ship.

If that was/is the case for many - who are now seeking recognition elsewhere because of their failed attempts on the Internet - the truth of the matter is that a multitude of artists over the years (in a myriad of fields of creative expression) have similarly offered up their talents in a non-paying capacity with the express hope they would be catapulted into the spotlight.

For example, comics have often signed up for open-mike night at celebrated nightclubs, with the express hope that a talent scout in the audience might recognize their talent - and ultimately - land 'em gainful employment.

Actors have also been known to perform on stage in equity-waiver theatres - to specifically showcase their talent - in order to land a starring role in a major production on Broadway or in a feature film.

All things considered, it appears that the New York Times really screwed up on this one!

Took a blustery blogger to set the record straight, eh?

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Blog...published in foreign languages. How does "Tattler" translate?

Just recently it came to my attention that "The Tattler" is being read in German, Italian, French, Spanish - and possibly - Japanese.

And - who knows - perhaps in a smidgen of computer-speak, too.


So, I have paused to consider whether the blog musings translate well.

Because I am inclined to use a lot of slang in my posts - I wonder - does the stilted prose cause some consternation to newbies overseas?

Then, there are those fu**king fleeting expletives. Is it just an American phenomenon, or do censors across the pond have to deal with naughty words in far-a-way mystical lands like they do in the puritanical States?

I tend towards self-censorship out-of-courtesy to my Christian readers. But, I am curious to know if foreign readers find the asterisks dotting the literary landscape humorous like readers on these shores do. Or, just plain baffling?

As to the windbag material on my blog!

Well, I endeavour to avoid being too local.

As George Bush would say, "I try to be Universal". In appeal, at least.

So, I tend to toss in a few candid shots of celebrities here and there to amuse, then guide the unsuspecting down the garden path as best I know how.

Occasionally, I'll feature a foreign film like - "The Live of Others" - to reveal my strident West Coast intellectual side. Or, report on the celebrity sighting of a respected European actress - like Nastassja Kinski - to butter 'em up a little.

And, if a hearty few manage to maneuver through all the landmines in my prose, there is a definite upside. They'll be privy to a bird's-eye view of the topsy-turvy 2008 Presidential Election Race. A bit skewered, I confess.

But, what good is a blog, if you can't wield your elusive power now and then?

However, now I am facing a new dilemma.

Some posts are garnering "comments" from my fast friends on far shores.

But, frankly my dears, it's all Greek to me.

I am inclined to just "publish" the scribbles without deciphering as a courtesy to web surfers who diligently traversed miles of data from beyond to peruse me.

But, what if the message - unbeknowst to me - flippantly laments:

"Fu** you!"

Is there a universal response that says "same to you" succinctly?

Blog...Eerie psychic bond! My kid gets straight A's!

It stands to reason - that since I gave birth to my blog - that it is kind-of like my baby!

And, you know what?

The two of us have a psychic bond!

If ever there is a primal scream, I hear it, too.

No kidding.

And, in recent months, I have experienced a strange phenomenon in respect to that.

For instance, occasionally when I am on a tight schedule and pressed for time, I may have to rush an edit - and quickly polish the post - before I dash out the door.

Then - an hour or so later when I am in a restaurant chowing down on dinner - let's say - I hear a voice cry out in disgust inside of me.

"You incorrectly spelled the word. Moron!"

Sure enough, when I flick on the PC and peruse the post, I spy the spelling error right away.

Another example?

This past weekend my focus shifted to a couple of words I used in a post to describe an incident I was reporting on.

When I was on my way to the Theatre a short while later, it suddenly dawned on me out-of-the-blue in busy traffic - that I screwed up.

The words continued to rattle around inside my head until I performed a spell-check a few seconds ago.

Uh-huh!

The blog's emergency message service got it right again.

At midnight, it's my birthday.

Do 'ya know what I'm wishing for?

A new spellcheck program, because the one I am using at Google sucks big time!

As to the birth of the blog, Friedrich Nietzsche once opined:

“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”

Amen!

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