We've Got 'Em Right Where We Want 'Em

Is it more important to host friends or be a guest at their place?

Is it better to pretend to fall for a hoax or always let others see you know more than they do?

On a cloudy day, the cats sleep on the living room sofa.

Birds drink from the water catch pan beneath a hanging flower pot.

On what sort of idea is your small startup based?

Are you an eager or hesitant person? A people pleaser or a crowd pleaser?

Thanks to Nick at Calhoun's; Ashleigh at P.F. Chang's; the production of "Secretariat" at Monaco; the salesperson at Clarks who put me in a new pair of Italian-made shoes; Main Street Cafe where a group of plumbers was treated to lunch by Kohler's; Dr. Brian M., Shelly and staff at CCI; Delta and United.

Package deals: Would a flight on the VSS Enterprise qualify you for a discount on an overnight stay aboard a Bigelow space hotel?

Would you be the first to fund the whole research and development of a space colony to insure/ensure a future for your family and friends?

If you don't live in this time, where do you live?

Overheard a scifi fan say we're probably spending thousands of years of cilivisation development just to become a watering hole for space-hopping playtoys and their spoilt drivers.

Anything is possible. Let's focus on easier-to-imagine nearterm goals and let the future have its say when it's ready to speak.

Would you be willing to live with a different metabolic rate?

I know I am an illusion and what I see is not what anyone else sees or is anything like what the living objects around me experience but to change my perspective would require a tremendous toll on my set of thoughts.

I'm happy being imperfect me. Able to enjoy the time to myself examining my perspective. Plugging and unplugging my connections with the universe around me like a switchboard operator. I am anybody, everybody and nobody rolled into one body.

I am of my species, adapting better than a chameleon to changing circumstances.

Some days I don't want to be me and some days I want the whole world to know who I am.

I am me. I am you. I am us. Time to transition to more detailed support of our exploring the universe.

Time for me to blend into the background where I am most useful in my quest to help all of us maximise our living in the moment to the benefit of the whole solar system and our individual goals/happinesses.

It has been fun joining the chorus of voices in the online zeitgeist that shrinks and changes faster and faster.

Time for me to move on, where the planet hasn't spun much slower or faster lately, a dependable characteristic (almost a constant) for calculation purposes.

Anonymous blogs achieve their goals through quiet encouragement, avoiding personality cults and other hindrances to subcultural equal opportunities for growth.

A billionaire can't exist in a communist culture. A CEO and a factory worker can't make the same salary in a capitalist culture.

But they can and they do.

I am unimportant. What I do is what I do to keep your connections going.

Pardon me while I disappear to do what I've got to do. I see a clear path ahead for those truly in need. I'm assisting those who are idle and want meaningful work to call their own.

The days of whines and rosy complaints are over.