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A joke for The Forest

I heard a joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life is harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world. Doctor says, "Treatment is simple. The great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says, "But doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains. 

Mergerrific?!

Alright, so the old Wordpress blog just got folded into the new Posterous blog, or whatever this is. So far I've seen 2 breaks due to Flickr linkage issues and weird non-standard character formatting, and I'm sure I'll uncover more as I peek around. The pages are probably not going to make it, unless I move 'em, but they were more like file folders to me anyway, so no big deal. Time to mess around with domain records and get all of the ducks lined up.

Tags/Categories are done. Now, to see which images will stay or break, I'll have to turn off the hosting elsewhere. Next month.

Something I have in common with the Google

I've been noticing a pattern re: work. Here goes…

If information is requested of me, (like when one would google something, because one needs to know something) the information is retained. Or it seems to be as I cannot vouch for anyone's memory or brain capacity.

If I volunteer information (like when one randomly searches the internets and occasionally finds interesting things on said internets) the information is forgotten. I know this because I often find myself repeating, myself…

In both cases, like Google and to a lesser degree, the internets, one finds comfort in knowing that I retain all of the information. Or I seem to.

I wonder what forgetfullness feels like.

If this reads as snarky, it's because you know me.

If this reads as snarky, it's because you don't know me.