There are times I want to put this blogging thing to bed because I'm not always sure I've got a lot to add to the vast sum of human knowledge that's in cyberspace. I rarely have thoughts on, well, anything. From the reader's standpoint, how many times can you hear about the annual Cub march to futility or see construction pictures before the blog becomes a cure for insomnia? I tire of political debates, and at any rate there aren't as many as there were in the days of Mr. Bush and company. Actually I tire of online debates as I find everyday life to provide challenge enough for the average day. And there are times that I do somewhat miss the old journalspace blogs. They had some features I've not found on other blogsites. And I miss some of the dynamics that were there.
But it seems that events conspire, or inspire, or some other word that ends in -ire, to draw me back in. I reckon in a lot of ways this is therapy for me. And at any rate, we can't look back. No-we can look back. We just can't go back.
I suspect future posts will be fewer in frequency and at least for a while the topics will spray to all fields, from humorous to profound, or at least as profound as I get. I also will probably do entries that are simply links to videos. I think I'd like to do a few vids on the local sights.
As I looked at the blog on Sunday morning, though, I got tired of looking at the entries on the death and the visitation. So it's time to switch topics.
I present, for your viewing enjoyment (?), The Wildlife Hunter, and his companion, Roosevelt. If it goes well, maybe the Wildlife Hunter will make more appearances as opportunity presents itself.