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After months of toiling and strain, and doing web things that I don't really understand, I have at last posted two, count 'em, two new episodes of The Dark InSpectre. The site is now totally different, it's on a wordpress platform instead of blogger, and it's pretty bare, so excuse its modesty. I'm still planning on adding a few do-dads here and there, but it's finished enough to start posting again, so yay!
I will henceforth resume my previous posting schedule of every other Monday.
Last night I watched the story of Magellan and then wrote the following prose-poem. Itís a personal statement, a personal reflection on the last 5 millennia....Ron in Australia
Four hundred years(1519 to 1919) after Ferdinand Magellan and 237 men left Seville(1) and began the first successful attempt of humankind to circumnavigate the globe, ĎAbduíl-Bahaís Tablets of the Divine Plan were unveiled in New York. The early 16th century is generally
Updated 02-25-2012 at 07:05 AM by RonPrice
(to add some words)
Godwin's Law be damned: You people are Bike Nazis.
You know who you are. You ride uphill at five miles per hour, in the car lane. There's room to your right, but you will not pull over. A dozen cars pile-up behind you. You do not care. You don't have to care. WE all must SHARE the road.
It's like 'toddler property rights'. If it's yours at the moment, it's YOURS. We can have the road back, just as soon as you're done with it. In your own sweet time.
Mom always hated tuna. She doesn't think fish should come in cans. See, Mom's a cook. I guess she really enjoys the process of tearing a raw fish in half and gutting its insides. Maybe it's just me, but I really don't see the appeal in this.
A couple of weeks ago, I was making myself a tuna sandwich, and my mom came into the kitchen with her nose pinched up like she was in a stinky garbage dump. She just about threw up when I put the mayonnaise on the tuna. To her, it was some disgusting