Wednesday, September 25, 2024

testes, testes: one, two

Ah, another thing on the internet.

It makes you wonder.

This is a thing I do not believe in, as an institution.  It's a tool.  When it stops being a tool & starts just being a timesink, away it goes.

That said, I don't expect anyone to read this, nor there to be any engagement.  I'm putting it here for my own reference.  Please, if you care, don't attempt to massage my ego with reassurances along the lines of "I'm going to read all this," because why would you?

If you need to comment, comment.  If you actually need to communicate with me, you probably have my email.  I read all my email.  I don't expect anyone to read my mail.  The internet is a series of tin cans with their strings dangling.  All this nonsense is monetized unto uselessness for The Olds, like myself.  I don't make comix to make money, and I don't post on the internet because I need a strokejob.  This thing is strictly offboard memory.

There.  Statement of intent over with.  On with the bloggery-pokery.

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