I’ve been sick the last couple of days. It’s a strange thing. I had a flu shot in October, so how could I get the flu? It’s probably not the flu. Whatever it is, it’s centered in my throat and there’s been a whole lotta coughing goin’ on.
Maybe it’s my karmic retribution for slandering Kris Kristofferson on Monday. Except that I don’t really think I said anything that bad. But, here’s the deal: this blog can go for weeks without a single comment . . . I make one offhanded remark about Kris Kristofferson and I get several. I approved the only one fit to print. Another called my blog silly. That was cruel.
I don’t get it. I know there are other bloggers out there far more profound, insightful, whatever, but I am trying to provide readers, whoever they may be, with something meaningful as best I can, and unlike some other blogs who will remain nameless, there is more here than just some quotes every single day, and it’s not a constant long-winded bitch fest, nor a celebration of the inner high school dweeb obsessed with the F-word and squirrels. I can think of any number of things I’ve written here far more worthy of a few comments than my observation that Kris Kristofferson seemed a little loopy at the Grammys.
All I can say is that
Life is strange.
People are strange.
Love is strange. Lot of people (mmm-mmm-mmmm), take it for a game.
Everything is strange.
I’m off to bed.