RE: The chatter of roses. A late blooming weekend freewrite.
Your suspicions are well-founded. You are like Inspector Clouseau ... always en garde lest Cato suddenly materialize from out of nowhere to engage him in life-threatening combat.
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Alas, as you have correctly intuited, I am .. temporarily ... out of form.
You see, I recently published an article about the then-upcoming "Voice" (MEOS) launch (followed by a bonus post-launch diatribe).
https://steemit.com/steemit/@quillfire/meos-june-1st-the-steem-steemit-killer
https://steemit.com/steemit/@quillfire/voice-meos-announcement-much-ado-about-nothing
As you know, nothing crushes the soul more quickly than writing about "blockchain governance" and debating with anarchists about what the meaning of "is," is. And Marg, some people have no boundaries. It's one thing to be called a Nazi, communist, fascist, dictator swine - it's quite another to be called
... a Mime.
Low blow.
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I f---ing hate Mimes (maybe I'll do a post about that).
Anyway, I am still recuperating, rebuilding my sense of reality. Yesterday, I spent a few hours with some of Katie's flashcards from kindergarten: 2 + 2 = 4; the Earth revolves around the sun ... that kind of stuff. I'm already feeling a bit more grounded.
Give me a few days and I assure you I will again be ragging your ass for your laissez-faire attitude towards punctuation. Sometimes ... I think you're doing it on purpose. :-)
Quill
I didn't anticipate the next comment up vote would be on my own post haha....
Yes I do Sometimes.
When I entered psych "laissez-faire" was sold to me as a post grad as a legitimate style, client approach , to rapport development. I adopted it whole heatedly. I utilising playing pool as a tool to complete mental health assessment. A game of pool much more effective than sitting with a clipboard.
See... My youth in pubs was not misspent, it added to my clinical skills.
PS Mimes are all wrong...
As are masks, clowns, Fedora on hipsters and beanies in summer...
Oh...
I'm off track,
It is predawn, pre-coffee. And would you believe it's fucking snowing a few kms from my place. HOLY SHIT.
I am rambling.
I think I'll do a list of things that perplex and give the shits post. After a pot of coffee.
I'll start with, My dog won't defecate outside due to cold snap... 4 am mopping is not my favourite.
If I email it instead and procrastinate you have permission to post my ramble... After you edit...