A Numb Beat

This entry is akin to putting a defibrillator on a dying person. I'm just saying........

       I thought this morning I would go take a stroll through blog lane, catch up, see what everyone's been up too. Blog lane for me, is a massive tangled mess of journal links packed to high heaven in my AOL favorites.
      
        Now, I understand this is the 'old fashioned' way of doing things, but I'm usually at least a year or two behind on all things high tech. For example, I don't even have a picture phone (the horror, my daughters have expressed) and have survived thus far, so I'll continue to do things the hard way. I'm just saying...........

       Anyway, back to my defibrillation......during my stroll through my blog link (hell) highway, I discovered myself actually in a graveyard of deserted journals, broken links, now private journals, and cobweb covered rooms. If I was a mathematician, I'd say at least 75% were mute, dated over a year ago, simply gone, or private.

       The song, "where have all the cowboys gone" came into my mind, except, of course, I substituted cowboys with writers, then changed the scene from a dusty ranch to a huge hotel with blinking red lights and labels above each door displaying the long lost journalers blog title.  Then since I was at it, I had to switch any wayward horses to fancy computers and hip shooters with cordless mouse's. Anyway, that's all neither here nor there, the point is and I'm certain I had one....., is that my blog highway is pot hole filled, with rusty cars stranded alone, tombstones erected everywhere and flowers wilted over. It was a sad morning (mourning) of deletion after hip shooting, mouse clicking alleviation.

       Which made me think of poor wilting, neglected Iris in it's dark ass shadow. A heartbeat could hardly be detected here, in these pages. Which made me sad, for no other reason then I am the responsible party of these pages and I've been most negligent. Actually, truth be told, I've been cheating on Iris with another writing space, so I suppose I just don't have enough in me to court two places at once. So maybe that's what happened to all those other journals, they are all adulterous writers as well and I just wasn't privy to the new relationship.

       Anyway, this entry is about as un-interesting and completely irrelevant, in the way of journal entries, can be----but it's pounded on the chest of a dying thought.

That's all I'm saying.............