Starting again ....

Greetings fans, friends, family, freaks, feathered ones;

I’m back
I apologize.

I realize that in the past ten years or so Facebook has absorbed a lot of my best writing, because it was fun and new and addictive in its simplicity. Shorter sentences, quicker reactions, thumbs up and friendly commentary, i got seduced by Zuck’s little universe.  It has a place in the Scheme of Things, but it is only a planet, NOT a universe. He’s an Important Nerd, but not the Supreme Programmer.

I’m still there. It’s useful.
(I never played Farmville. Never.)

Way back in the Aughts, this blog “MEOW MEOW MEOW, BLAH BLAH BLAH” was hoppin’ with all sorts of topical nonsense and witty essays. Then i had one of my destroy & purge & giveaway episodes and took it all offline. It still exists in a harddrive back at the sticks & bricks. I think.  Facebook really ate my brain. Relatives! Groups! Forums! Pages! I fed my brain to it, actually. With mustard and sprinkles on top.

I’ve changed a lot since then, it many ways large and small.
I found out the True Nature of my operating system, it has made me a kinder and braver Captain. Also being a bit older now, I give less shits and fucks about things that used to matter. I’m onto the long game now. I’m 57.5 Earth years old. Knowledge of limited time left on this planet means greater care is to be used in deploying mental and physical resources towards the Goal - the evolution of Consciousness. I’m an Artist, it’s what i do.  Metaphorically speaking, I’m here as part of the repair crew working to re-illuminate all the loose and broken lightbulbs in the cosmic billboard that says EAT AT JOE'S. many styles, colors, sizes, voltages, flash rates.....

 No really, the message is a bit different, but this is Metaphorically Speaking, not actual blueprints.

Anyway, time to fire up the starship again. This is your Captain speaking, Meow Blah III, coming at you from the Imperial Dam Long Term Visitor Area on the edge of El Desierto Sonora, deep in snowbird country, surrounded by rocks and polite elderly Canadians and frightened blustery old Americans waiting for Greatness to return.

Until then, as always, stay tuned.......