A Biker's Dozen

I don't have digital
I don't have diddly squat
It's not having what you want
It's wanting what you've got

Thank you, Sheryl. Now on to the blabber.


I am easily threatened but I am not easily intrigued. Now while those two emotions may not often be found in the same sentence, I have a point.

That girl sent me a link to some old blog, some old where, on the unfortunate network. After thus many years of practice, I should have listened to me; I didn’t. After reading one post I was curious about how someone could write and be that much like me. I read on, intrigued. It didn’t get worse. Eloquence and soul in one nifty package. I was suddenly considering reconsidering my “All Bloggers are Assholes” decision. The strange, uncomfortable feeling remained buried deep within, where I didn’t tickle it.

Then he/she/it started spewing words like “Blogosphere” and “Individualist Philosophy”. I don’t need to say how that strange, uncomfortable feeling surfaced like the Titanic on the back of a giant whale. For a second I was almost disappointed that I hadn’t found a similar entity after all; a pretender, at best. Then the defence came out in full force realization. Kiss my royal ass. I may say a lot of crazy shit but it’s still MY crazy shit. I was back from the verge of being un-unique.


No pretenders, no contenders, no part-timers and no shoe-shiners. Okay, that last bit was just for the rhyme and you should have got that. I hate having to explain myself.
There is just one me and if there are two then I was first anyway!

And I’m happy for it.



Metallica – The Unforgiven
The Doors – Light My Fire