I've spent most of today on O.Com. I'm off from work, the weather's lousy, and I've found myself unmotivated to do much of anything productive.
As I'm about to shut down for the day, I find the lyrics of that old Freddy Fender tune echoing reproachfully inside my head. The subject line should serve as a reminder for anyone who's never heard of Freddy or the Texas Tornados.
Posting can be fun at times but it's really not a particularly fulfilling activity. A snippet of Shakespeare's Macbeth, unwelcomed, now springs to mind...."a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
On the bright side, the time did pass quickly.
If anyone detects a point to this post, clue me in.
As I'm about to shut down for the day, I find the lyrics of that old Freddy Fender tune echoing reproachfully inside my head. The subject line should serve as a reminder for anyone who's never heard of Freddy or the Texas Tornados.
Posting can be fun at times but it's really not a particularly fulfilling activity. A snippet of Shakespeare's Macbeth, unwelcomed, now springs to mind...."a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
On the bright side, the time did pass quickly.
If anyone detects a point to this post, clue me in.
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