After they say no

I suppose you think that blogging is a dying art.



Oh, Twitter and facebook, fiddle faddle.



Everybody knows where the cool kids hang out.



They are on the one after 909.



This feels a little like batting practice. I can sit here and take cuts at softballs all day, but I think both you and me know the score.







^^Winner, Winner, chicken dinner.



She's in love with the rock and roll world.



I like to hit the OnStar* button and ask existential questions.



Whenever life gets you down Mrs. Brown, and things seem hard or tough, and people are stupid, obnoxious or daft, and you feel that you've had quite enough!



Just remember that your standing on a planet thats evolving, revolving at nine-hundred miles an hour, it's orbiting at ninety miles a second, so its reckoned, a sun that is the source of all our power, the sun and you and me, and all the stars that we can see are moving at a million miles a day, in an outer spiral arm at forty-thousand miles an hour, of the galaxy we call the Milky Way.



Our galaxy itself contains a hundred billion stars, it's a hundred thousand lightyears side to side, it bulges in the middle, sixteen-thousand lightyears thick, but out by us its just three-thousand lightyears wide.



We're thirty-thousand lightyears from galatic central point, we go round every two-hundred-million years, and our galaxy is only one of millions of billions in this amazing and expanding universe.



You have been waiting for a post like this.



Achilles last stand.