Still Inept...

OK Folks,



I was gonna add another chapter to the "getting 2 know the author better " Saga, but my technical ineptitude has once again prevented me from importing the writing from "over yonder" to ... uh, well whatever the heck "here yonder" would translate to in whatever your regional dialect is.



SO...



Where to go from here?



To bed would seem both the physiological AND psychological answer, but alas, who could be or get so lucky? Certainly not me nor any renaissance nerd i might know...



{Sigh} Where is Kerri Russell with that back rub when you truly need her?



[Likely in the same ether as that text I'm trying to cut and paste (read; non-existent:( ) ]



So now I am left w/o any ideas for any kind of interesting fodder for the morrow...



Ah heck-- are you so sure you had THAT much an interest in gazing into my Abyss?!? Wasn't it Neitsche who said "Be carefol how long you stare into the Abyss, for if you stare too long, the Abyss also stares back at you "



Y' don't want me staring back, Folk; we'd both need too many a year of follow-up therapy...



I'll try to glean some tech support in the form of my coffee-consuming Uncle on the morrow and hence complete that-- or rather continue the-- filling-in of the Cygnus' refrains, people.



In the interim, keep your heads up... Uh, unless that's the phrase someone decrees in a panic situation. Best, if so, to follow the ol' airline addage: put your head btween your legs and kiss your ass(etts) goodbye- 'cause you can BET that at this point that all bets are off, and you should pray to your maker that you don't man a Wal-mart door...