Same Old Spam I got nothing new and creative to write, but the machine wants a posting from me. Since I spend 5 or 6 hours every day staring into the machine, I'm starting to think maybe I need to do what it tells me to do.
Is the machine the new Idiot Box? It certainly seems to have the same magical power to captivate attention and hang on like a mighty tick, sucking consciousness out of me. If so, perhaps this posting can be a tribute to the power of the computer. Not a power for good. A power for sucking whole days in and leaving me the residue-- the five minutes I spend getting up to go to the toilet, the 20 minutes I spend on lunch, and the 3 or 4 hours when the machine latches on to Robyn for a while and I can go do something else. Powerful indeed, but beneficient? No.
So what I'm saying is, please post something on here from time to time and see what I might have posted. Listen to the machine! Let it have just a little of your time (at first). Think of some other people who might be willing to read and write once in a while. Commentary, fiction, humor, elegies, whatever.  ¶ 9:55 AM