You can play with words if you want, and so can I, soak an eye. When, in my youthful days of late forties or early fifties, I had time and energy (seemed to have it) and desire to use Instant Messaging for converstations with my “imaginary friends” on the Internet, we used to say things like that (soak an eye) it was good for the mix of the talk. I used to spend hours online chatting with various folks around the world, and it was decidedly some of my finest hours. Bittersweetly it comes to pass that I no longer spend any time that way. I’ve hammered that wrinkle out so flat it does not even have a trace around it anymore.
You *did* have a chance here on the blog for a while when I was trying out the Meebo™ widget, so that we had a chat window to talk with, whenever I was here fixing things. And that was okay (L used it several times, but no new “friends” really were gathered by that method, in terms of fishing, there were some very nice nibbles) as long as I was spending time online to work on this blog. But then I had to cut back with online time expenditures, and now, I will focus less on the blog even if I am online, so the chatting will never return. After some time, I will not be online. Everything goes away eventually. Each day makes that a shorter time.
Not that anyone was wondering, but if so, you can do something else now.
Never talk to me again, and avoid all the difficulties. This is pure.
High and mighty, let’s make it real
Let’s make it real high
Let’s make it real mighty
Let’s really make it really high
Let’s really make it really mighty
Let’s really make it really high and mighty
I’m getting mighty high now, really!
(code for getting up off the floor,
which is beneath me, or should be,
I know, but I am such a slouch!)