It's like my very first easy bake oven, except that I never really had one of those. I had to ghetto-rig a lightbulb to a potato & hover over cake batter smeared on a cookie sheet until some semblance of baking occured. That's a lie - I never did any of those things. I did, however once make a lightbulb with an upside down Coke Glass. Actually, my father did it while I observed. So again, I've never done any of those things. I'll have to make a note to remove "light bulb maker" from my resume.
I've recently decided that I oughtn't post anything of value here. My values tend to be rather dry & I'd hate to lose subscribers before I really build up my fan base. Instead I think I'll start writing falsehoods and calling them fiction. I'll start here:
There was an earthquake today... not a very big one, but large enough that I saw snow shiver and quiver before abandoning post on top of Mt. Shasta (see, right here you should know I'm lying - Mt. Shasta is 60.7 miles away from me on google maps - way too far to see snow in action). I lost my balance for a brief moment & when I regained some semblance of equilibrium it was only to discover that mythical animals ate my car.
I give up - this blogging isn't good for me until I have something to say. Until then little readers - be well!
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