Number One, I didn’t attack Taylor, I attacked the Lists, Its never been a big secret around here how I hate that crap, Ok maybe I could have said It better, but when I woke up and saw it in my comments page, I got irritated, so if My previous post was taken that way I apologize. But I do not feel like I have to apologize for having an opinion, and I won’t.. Think what you will, I’m out of here for awhile.

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Please Do not solicit me on anything pertaining to the following:

Who is on the most popular Bloggers list.
(I really don’t give a shit.. I think it should be a NEW bloggers list.)

Who is on What Most Active list..

(Nope.. I don’t care about THAT either.)

Who is being featured and who isn’t..

( see most popular.)

Who said what about who TO who.

( That’s gossip.. And I think I’ve already covered that one in another post!)

See.. Let me attempt this again.. I don’t believe, (nor have I ever.) that any one blogger here, or any group of bloggers, should aspire to be greater than this community as a whole. There are a lot of new people that come around and struggle to find their place here, and without feeling like they are a part of something special, (which I believe Blogstream to be) They are more likely to give up and leave, rather than stay and try to compete with established bloggers for attention. I believe all that these so called “Lists” do is the bring Detriment to the community concept by creating a competitive environment where people become obsessed with getting to the top of the heap rather than focusing on the content of the community itself. I need to head down the banks of this here stream and find a quiet spot to sit and think..

Y’all have a good Friday.

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Cast Your Bread upon The Water.


When Sherry first came up with this providing links to new bloggers that are trying to find their voice here on Blogstream, I wondered how it would be received. Would people actually visit the links we provided?.. Well the jury is still out on that one, but I feel it is my duty to once again remind those of you who frequent my little Tomb page here, as to our Motive into this joint venture if you will. This isn’t about Popularity.. Sherry and I are both fairly well established here, and that isn’t really an issue with either of us, no not that.. It isn’t about getting high Comment content, we get enough of those too.
This isn’t about Sherry or me, Its all about the New Blogs and Their authors, and of course making them feel welcome here so they stick around longer than one or two posts before getting discouraged and dropping off of the great big waterfall at the very end of this stream. This is about the redirection of traffic, and generating a little bit of interest in something other than ourselves, so please take a moment to visit these people and to say hello.. Here’s my new links for the week..

Tales Of Sad Earth

My Under Aged Existence by 17

Minivan Mama

Where in The World Am I?

What Is Happyness?

Hope you use the links.. Later

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It begins each third morning of the week very much the same way, with a slight flickering of the eyelids, maybe followed by a slight yawn, then by a good stretch of the arms and legs. Minutes later you hear the beeping of the alarm clock, soft and faint at first then slowly getting louder by the second, as if it almost sense’s you trying to ignore it. You been dreading this morning for the whole week, and as you sit up and scratch your chin, you know what you have to do big man, that desert sagebrush protruding from your chin has to go, And it has to go this morning. So you set the coffee pot get it brewing, and head for the shower, taking as long as you possibly can, thinking up every excuse in the book why you should wait another day or so, before you drag that disposable switchblade across your delicate mush. First the shave cream, now gently hoss…..careful, check for pimples bumps and abrasions under that sagebrush, make sure the surface is nice and smooth. that’s it now slowly drag that Gillette disposable, that’s it… skin it big man… careful now……. UGH!!! ………..MEDIC!!!!!!……. I’m Hit… White man down!! Why do we do this to ourselves? Who started this chit anyways?? We can put men into space and build computers and atomic bombs and chit, but we can’t find a safe way to remove facial hair without looking like Freddie Kruger dry shaved us while we were sleeping.. Ladies I feel for you too, shaving your legs and pits and all, but damn… Somebody Call NASA!!!!… I’m sick of this chit…. Coming out of the bathroom every third morning looking like I got mugged by a roll of Toilet paper!! Okay.. I have made it my duty to find some answers as to where this sadistic ritual came from.. Or My name isn’t…. ISN'T… well you know..

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I learned a very important thing about myself tonight, I stopped by the local shopping mall where the new Wal Mart super center is for some dinner after work. After that I braved the crowded isles of Wal mart to get a few select items to take home with me before continuing on home. And as people cut in front of me nudging each other from their perspective paths, I learned a very Important thing about myself as a human being, I discovered tonight that I actually possess PATIENCE!!.. I know, I know, I’m shocked too, but even as people cut me off and moved their carts in front of me, I waited for my turn at the register and made it out without incident.



So… now knowing this.. How do I apply my shocking discovery to my time here on the Blogstream? Well from what I’ve seen lately here, it isn’t much different than any trip that I have made to Wal Mart. There are people here who want to be nothing more than a pest. Get in the way.. be rude and inevitably to make a spectacle of themselves.. Well with my new Found Patience I will just say “go ahead.. Knock yourself out.. No, No, You go first Please.. I can wait for you to pay for your chit and exit the building, please don’t mind me.. And to you people there gossiping in the isles, excuse me, but I’m here for a reason, and well, if you must talk, please don’t bring it to My doorstep, it will save me the trouble of ignoring you. Yes I have Patience now.. But as with anything else there is no telling how long its going to last.

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