I don’t want to use this platform to rehash the day. It was an incredibly crazy day, but I have suspected it would be, with no way to stop it, since the posts on Twitter FB and Instagram, Tumbler started showing up last week: Urging people to take over state capitols that voted Democratic. Urging
Not, mine, but it was funny to me. Hey, it’s Tuesday, so get the lead out and move it along. At this time of year I wanted to touch on depression. It is a hard time of the year for many people to deal with. Before I got my act together I spent every holiday
Back to writing. Today was my first partial day: Although I thought I prepared fully yesterday, I did not. I had picked up the notebook I thought that I was in only to find I’m not even at that point (Notebooks 7 and 8 which contain book four), I am still in book three, even
I wrote this today after taking a short stroll around my house. Cats One afternoon of dreary gray, I walked my yard upon my wayTo destinations yet unfound, and cast mine eyes upon the groundTiny corpses, all about me… death, the final fee… Gray, and furred, and fat and thin, upon the earth they are
It’ll never be as good as Monday, Monday, but it is Sunday after all. Finally got plowed out late last night, about a foot of new snow on the level, less than the 22 inches that was forecast. As a result I never checked the mail Friday or Saturday. Shouldn’t have been any Friday, but
KODI and Other Media software Posted on Dell I built a PLEX server about six months back. I went with PLEX as I wanted to install a small antenna and a TV card and be able to stream live video on the server as well as other media. I learned a lot over that six months.
Posted by Geo Well, Christmas is upon us, I know that because half of my friends are depressed and the other half remembered to take their Prozac. And, everywhere you look on-line there are people having conversations about what Christmas is about. The spirit of the holidays, how they love each other and all of
Uploaded by Geo Here is the story of Fred the Cat: When I came back home to New York I ended up living with my Mother, Uncle and Aunt helping them. It seemed the perfect situation. They needed help, I needed to help to ease myself back into life. I rehabbed this entire house about
Posted by Geo I call this orphaned writings. They are small bits and pieces that I have cut out of some other writing because I decided not to use it, or because it went someplace that the story didn’t. Or I wrote it down for a story idea and then abandoned it. For whatever reason
Posted by Geo on 10-26-2015 I decided to entitle this What the hell is wrong with me, but maybe it’s a little too dramatic. Even so, there is something wrong with me. I just don’t seem to see things the same way as other people do. For instance, just before I sat down to write