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I’m in full pout since the resumption of this pervasive. Quick to roar, and quicker to bore, and chock full of of panic pandemic self-pity.

And the bloom is off my new computational devices as I’ve moved from the gee-whiz to the nitty-gritty of what for and work flow. And the latter always comes slow for me.

But at least I kept this site semi-active. A month ago, it came close to, “see ya…wouldn’t wanna be ya.” Truth told, I’m too old and growing too bold to be posting my quiescent concerns and questions about what it all means. Know what I mean?

Neither do I.

So, Governor Cuomo…he needs to go. Seems multiple “Me Too,” moments, but the State Trooper trip was a Broadway minute of show stopping abuse of power. Over/under when he’s done? Whatdaya say? I see Saturday.

Baseball. Now got no dog as the Cubs backed up the truck. It was the thing to do.

I’m composting this mess in light mode….has to be the first time in four years that I’ve drafted anything wordy in anything other then dark mode. Have this device on auto, and it’s now dusk. Curious.

And speaking of a dark mode, thinking about cloud computing on a system like Shadow.

See ya.


I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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