Time, time, time time, keeps on slippin, into the future.

I just noticed that I haven't made a post here for a few days. It's time to now.

I have this online routine. I come online, check my email (sometimes actually respond to some of it), check everyone else's blogs, get hammered by Sue with shit she has found or been sent online that day and listen to her read all the stuff she thinks is funny or interesting (this is ongoing all evening, or day as the case may be) and then I hit Geekfest where I spend hours reading and posting.

Geekfest, as you may remember, is the Eureka Springs, Arkansas answer to the insanity of it's populace. Yes, we are all insane here in Eureka and damn proud of it too. If you truly want to know how whacked we all are, one only need read Geekfest to find out. I have to admit, I love Geekfest. How sick is it that I get my good gossip online about what everyone is doing in town?

As you may remember, Eureka is a small tourist town of close to 2400 souls still embodied (there is no real count of all disembodied souls that might be running around these hills and hollers here). So it's a small town and we all know what small towns are know for right? Right. Yes, indeedy, we love to talk shit about each other and what we are all doing. Hell, we just love to talk shit and we do it so well. We talk shit about anything and everything. From gardening to gun control. You name it we'll talk about it, especially on Geekfest.

There are monstrous posts that I have made on Geekfest, way larger than the shit I post here. I would copy and past, but AOL blogs can't contain the size content of my posts. So, I will link you here so that you can actually see the size of my posts (just one example): http://www.geekfest.com/ubb/Forum1/HTML/005777.html

Bon apetite!