[The Night Writer,
June 1, 2009]
Cry me a river...
...build a bridge, and GET OVER IT!
Apropos of nothing, just a little philosophy before wading into heavier issues.
"We have a natural right to make use of our pens as of our
tongue, at our peril, risk and hazard." - Voltaire
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Dad of Divas (mail) (www):Talk about a blast from the past...what a way to start the day, thanks!
6.2.2009 4:57am
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Hayden Tompkins (mail) (www):Not that I don't appreciate that wailing guitar, but did something happen?
6.2.2009 8:34am
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Night Writer (www):No, Hayden, everything's cool. I'm juggling a lot right now in three different areas and it's hard to get to the weighty posts simmering inside me. This song has always made me laugh and when it popped into my head last night I decided to take a little time out to post it as kind of an electronic lick and a promise for this blog. (One of the things I'm juggling is a new and improved version of the NW blog, btw).
6.2.2009 9:23am
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Night Writer (www):Thanks, DoD! Glad you liked it!
6.2.2009 9:24am
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Hayden Tompkins (mail) (www):Anytime you feel like posting some Stevie Ray Vaugn, you go right ahead!
6.2.2009 10:04am
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Night Writer (www):Fair enough! If I post some "The Sky is Crying" you can officially start worrying!
6.2.2009 10:37am
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Mr. D (www):I especially appreciate the idea concerning the disposition of one's "inner child."
6.2.2009 12:02pm
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