Oh, obviously I'm not the obsessive compulsive blogger since I don't seem to get here very much.  In fact, it seems other people come here more often than I do.  I apologize for that.  I also have to admit that I expected the worst when I, for reasons I cannot yet fathom, started this blog becasuse "I could" and it was "free", or at least I had paid for it somewhere along the line already.  I'm not  quite sure which one but I don't suppose it really matters.

I confess I thought that as soon as I wrote anything flaming meteorites would pommel this blog into a pulpy blob on the cyberspace floor.

I did get off to a rocky start with an entire page of links that didn't work.  That was pointed out to me, fair enough.  But even then there was only mild sarcasm.  I thought, it's a trap.  They are just trying to lure me in deeper so I can make a real fool of myself (as if that would be anything new) and then pounce like jungle cats smelling raw meat. 

Aha, an idea (it was a new experience for me).  What if I made a preemptive strike and flamed myself?  How do you flame a person that just flamed themsef?  Say nice things about them, that will show them.  You cannot escape your fate by such trickery. 

Then I figured, what the heck, a little satire on acronyms.  Boy, I'm gonna be sorry I did this. Hmm.  You know, there seem to be, heaven forbid, humorous, nice, and even complimentary people out there.  Have I fallen into a rip in the space time continuum? 

It seems I'm turning out to be the biggest jerk I've encountered so far.  I should be ashamed of myself for having prejudged all these fun loving, self depricating, humorous and seemingly harmless people as Jack the Ripper waiting for his next nerdy victim (me).

So, I come back to ask your forgiveness for thinking the worst.  Many of you left pretty funny comments and one poor soul (God love them) actually wanted me to write more cause they thought I was fun to read.  '

Actually, I am somewhat humorous, in a droll, dry and not especially witty way.  I think that's the secret of my humor.  Humorlessness. 

I can't figure out why I'm here (on this blog, not like the big existential "Why am I here?", thing). I don't have anything to really say, but that never stopped me before. 

I taught at a University for 31 years.  When I started I knew a lot, but couldn't think of much to say.  At the end I seemed to have discovered I didn't know much at all, but never had enough time to cover it.  I think life should come with instructions like every good manufactured product, as well as a list of inane safety warnings.  Things like "Knitting needles forcibly inserted deep into your eye sockets may result in incredible pain and could cause permanent injury.  Do not stick your tongue into those little white plastic things they put just at the level of your mouth along the walls when you are learning to crawl as it my result in serious injury or death.  Learn to read before attempting to crawl so you can be aware of the safety measures that you should takel"

BABBLE ALERT.  SYSTEM HAS DETECTED MINDLESS COMMENTARY THAT COULD CAUSE IRREVERSIBLE BRAIN DAMAGE TO THOSE THAT INADVERTENTLY READ IT.  THIS BLOGGER HAS BEEN TERMINATED FOR A REASONABLE PERIOD IN ORDER TO PREVENT INJURY TO THOSE  NOT ABLE TO RESIST READING MINDLESS PROSE. 

AFTER THE DANGER HAS PASSED THE SYSTEM WILL ALLOW HIM TO CONTINUE.

THANK YOU, THE MANAGEMENT.