Spurred on by Others, I've decided to join the Future Age and get hip to this blogging thing. I'm told it's a good career move, whatever that means. I'm not much of a career man. Not all that good with technology, either. I curse my computer more than some sporting teams.
But we can't go backwards, can we? Not on your life, pal. The future is here in all its bestial stink. Just yesterday I heard there were no more cash register-repairmen around anymore. Gone. Extinct. Just like typewriter repairmen. A way of life, a living, just disappears. Sink or swim. Adapt or die. It's an ancient story.
And maybe its for the best. No one wants actual dinosaurs roaming the earth, wreaking havoc and leaving reeking piles of steaming dino-waste in their wake. No, people prefer their dinosaurs in museums.
Perhaps then this blog is simply that, an online museum. Let's hope so, for now.
So here we go then. Welcome. Take a look around. Enjoy yourself.
And goodnight...
But we can't go backwards, can we? Not on your life, pal. The future is here in all its bestial stink. Just yesterday I heard there were no more cash register-repairmen around anymore. Gone. Extinct. Just like typewriter repairmen. A way of life, a living, just disappears. Sink or swim. Adapt or die. It's an ancient story.
And maybe its for the best. No one wants actual dinosaurs roaming the earth, wreaking havoc and leaving reeking piles of steaming dino-waste in their wake. No, people prefer their dinosaurs in museums.
Perhaps then this blog is simply that, an online museum. Let's hope so, for now.
So here we go then. Welcome. Take a look around. Enjoy yourself.
And goodnight...
