It's too late!

It's way too late to write anything decent. I know this, because I just wrote it. Or-did I write it because I knew it? Wow. That's radical. I have no idea what I'm saying. I will try again some time.

Time

It seems that the great challenge in writing a blog is finding the time to do it. When I began the blog, I had some time, but I no longer do. I will try to figure out a way to make some. My apologies.

Another woman, bossing me around. Good thing, I guess.

 I was informed today that I am failing to accurately deliver on the promise of writing a riveting, dramatic adventure story in my blog. It was "Jacqueline" who told me this. She said that my everyday thoughts about dinosaurs and chickens, and whatever, were fine, but that's not what you all were expecting to read, She said that I am supposed to be writing accounts of my adventures, and they are supposed to be action-packed, romantic, and dramatic! Oh. Ok. I see.
 Well, I guess I should re-think my tack, and start over. I want everyone to read my stuff, and to tell everyone else to read it, too, so I can give lots of people hope to go on living. I guess this means I should try to stick to the good stuff, huh? Does this mean that I need to go back to the beginning? Tell the whole story in chronological order? So it makes sense? Well, that's not gonna make it make sense - no way! Just telling my story in the right order will not come close to making it logical, and some people will question the truth of  it, no matter how it's told. Some of you know better. You were there for some of it, or you took me to the hospital, or bailed me out, or sent me money, or came to pick me up from some weird, unlikely place,  or brought me home from the hospital. Some of you have been through enough crazy stuff with me, that I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be surprised one bit by anything I do. I guess I need to step up my game! No, not really.
 I guess I could start from here, and go backwards, or I could just tell it all out of order and random, like the way I do in person. I don't know. I know one thing- I have a lot to tell. I may not have a home, or any savings, or *investments, or anything else to show for my life, but I guarantee you- I have some stories to tell, and I don't need to embellish, or make up a single thing. I stayed pretty busy really doing adventures, and I guess I better start writing some of it down, before I start forgetting it. Well, forgetting any more of it.
  I want to know how to go about this. Let me know how to tell it. Leave a comment below, and tell me what you want me to write about, and how, or in what manner. I will start as soon as you all tell me where you want me to start.

It tastes like chicken. Maybe.

 It does not seem altogether unreasonable to assume that dinosaurs taste like chicken. At least some of them, the more bird - like ones, like raptors. Archeopteryx had feathers, and looked a lot like a bird. They (dinosaur nerds) say that birds are the evolutionary remnants of dinosaurs - their only descendants.
 Of course, one must consider the fact that, while many birds do taste like chicken - many do not. For example, the common pigeon. I have eaten lots of fat, corn-fed pigeons, and they taste almost exactly like premium grass-fed beef. Yes- beef.  The brainless ruffed grouse, who stands in the road so my car bumper will knock him in the head, and I can take him home and eat him, tastes like the most delicate, tender frog legs ever to hop into my belly. But don't frog legs taste like chicken? Yeah, they do. But better. Much better. Turkey tastes like turkey - unless it's wild turkey, and then it tastes a lot like duck. Duck tastes like doves, which taste kinda like chicken liver, which is usually part of a...chicken. Goose is kinda like...well, not really so much different than a wild turkey - or a duck, but kinda not as good as either, especially the Canada Goose. Don't get me started on those honking poop-machines, which, by the way - are not worth the trouble. A lot of trouble. I have even eaten songbirds. Yeah, I did. I was curious, and they got in the way. They taste like a dove. Or a pigeon. Or something in between. Pheasant tastes like really dark...chicken.
 Then, we must consider some of the non-birds that taste like chicken, such as the alligator. Oh, boy. This is a prehistoric reptile not even remotely related to birds or dinosaurs, yet- it tastes pretty much like chicken, a little rubbery, but very chicken-like. I have heard that rattlesnake tastes like chicken, but have not had the chance to try it, somehow...hmmm. Even shark has a texture somewhat similar to chicken. So does swordfish. Of course, as I said before, frog legs do taste like sweet, tender chicken. You can get the best ones ever made, at the Frog Hut in Wellsboro, PA. They cook them up just like really good, uh...chicken wings. Some people say tortoise tastes like chicken, because it does - except for the white neck-meat, which tastes more like crab meat than crab meat does. Bald Eagle tastes just like chicken. Yeah, I'm just screwing with you on that one, but they probably do.
 So, anyhow, back to dinosaurs. Since it seems like most birds have an equal chance of tasting like chicken or some crazy non-bird other animal, and lots of completely un-bird-related animals taste a lot like chicken, I have to conclude that perhaps it actually IS quite unreasonable to assume that dinosaurs taste like chicken.

  Man. That's convoluted.
    

Moondog!

Today I discovered Moondog. This guy was a street performer in New York city from the late 40's, until 1974. He was blinded by dynamite at 16. He made his own clothes, dressed the way he thought Thor did, deliberately lived on the streets, and invented several musical instruments. I'm not writing his biography, so go read the wikipedia entry http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Moondog. He was a truly fascinating person, and considered by many to be a great composer. The first of his songs that I listened to was "Lament I, Bird's Lament" http://youtu.be/jSimbyS_YlA. I was instantly amazed. You should check it out yourself. I don't even know what kind of music it is. It seems a bit jazz-like at first, until it becomes apparent that it does not suck like jazz does, and then it's back to being in a genre of its own, where it belongs, I'm sure. You might not like it, or appreciate the genius of it, like a musician would (unless you are one, as everyone should be), and if you DON'T like it, it's because you suck - like jazz does, and you should immediately go pay someone to kick you in your kidney. I'll do it for free. Good day.