Truth or what?

What I’d really like to know is how many people out there believe that omitting the truth is not the same thing as lying? Okay, so technically omitting is not lying, but come on, isn't the hair split so very fine on that one that it's hard to put it in any but the same category?

“I didn’t think that you’d be interested in hearing about the 27 years I spent in prison for serial killing or how I got tired of being there for life and ‘left.’”

“‘Oh, didn’t I mention that I totaled your mother’s car when I borrowed it last week? Sorry, been so busy it simply slipped my mind. Well, I guess since she’s bed ridden she hadn’t been out to the garage to notice.”

“What do you mean, I never told you about my previous four wives? What, did you think you were the first? Well, they really didn’t count because I never had kids with them the way I did with you.”

“Divorced? Of course I’m not. What made you think that I was?”

“No, I never said that there weren’t bodies in the closet.”

“‘I didn’t think the fact that I used to be a man was that important. The past is the past, and aren’t I all woman now?”

“Yes, there are 87 cats living in my basement. Is that a problem for you?”

How different history might have been had George Washington said “I cannot say who chopped down that tree.”

Reviving the Dead

After a spell of hard bar hopping a while back, the blog passed out under a coconut tree, and hasn’t shown any signs of life since then.

I tried poking it with a big stick a time or two, but it simply would not wake up.

Now it’s sitting here looking at me with one eye crusted nearly shut, the other bloodshot, and another simply rolling around in idle circles.

I suppose that now it’s awake again, I’ll have to look after it. Since I am not the best tender in the world, I give it no guarantees. Nor do I make it, or anyone else including myself, any promises.

So, for anyone who has done nothing whatsoever except sit around and wonder just what has been happening since the big crash in November, I have this to say:
NONE OF YOUR DANG BUSINESS!!!

Let’s just say that in the past few months, one valuable lesson learned was that with a little effort and a lot of cunning organization, it is entirely possible to live quite comfortably in a Ford Escort station wagon. It ain’t no Astro van, but road trips are still a heck of a lot of fun, and the gas mileage is way better.

Shifting perspectives are always entertaining. Although the blog is groggily awake at this moment, don’t count on it staying that way. Who knows, it could next fall off a big cliff, break a few bones, and lie helpless in a canyon for weeks on end fending off coyotes and rabid bats and sleeping under big piles of snowdrifts, until finally located by a rescue team which was actually searching for a long lost St. Bernard.

Or it could chuck common sense and practicality to the wind which might blow it all the way to the Caribbean and possibly even beyond.