This blog has six hits.
It looks like Russia has an interest in this blog. I don't know what kind of bots they have there. What must happen with blogs around the world, is they translate them into other languages. I would imagine people around the world want to know what is going on in other countries, and they want to know what other people think.
To work towards a world wide audience is cool. I can deal with that.
I know one thing, I'm not especially accepted in this country, I might as well get fans in other countries.
It gives me something to shoot for.
Dang, these guys are still talking next to me. It provides me with a percussive rhythm, but I really don't want to listen to what they are talking about. I'm trying to write here.
So my plan is to become a prolific blogger, and to generate revenue. That sounds fun. After all, nobody in their right mind would publish me.
These guys talking are better than the guy before who was doing the exact opposite. He was sucking the energy of the room in. At least these guys are energy sources.
It's a beautiful day today.
It's a nice thing to be able to bring a laptop to a cafe, connect to the internet, and have a good time.
Cool, it looks like these guys are leaving. I can't wait. I just want to hear my own thoughts.
Edgar Allen Poe is still not very popular in this country. He has devoted fans, but I think he is still seen as an outsider. He was a master of the English language, that is for sure. His vocabulary was amazing. I think he died at forty, though. He sure did produce a lot of material for having lived a short life.
In comparison, I haven't done a thing.
Yay, the two guys are finally leaving. A wave of openness in space and mind hits my forehead. I can't wait until I don't hear the timbre of their voices any more, geez. It's exhausting.
I waited an hour for them to leave.
Finally, they are gone.
I can think again.
Their disappearance has left me with such a clear feeling, it is great.
Wow, it is noon now. I just spent the last three hours blogging.
I'm not really writing anything. My best work was lost today. It might have been the most comprehensive writing I did today, and it is gone. Oh well, you can't cry over spilled milk. There is no point to that.
So, I will spend the rest of the day with more computer stuff at home, and I will prepare for our weekly Magic The Gathering session at Specs bar in North Beach, San Francisco. It is only a twenty minute bike ride for me to get there. Alcohol is always involved in our games. It is fun. The games get slower and slower as we drink more, but it is a good time.
We do lots of talking in between games. One person that has been mentioned lately is Herman Cain, former president of Godfather's Pizza. It looks like he used to harass women. Bill Clinton did, too, and he still was able to become President of the USA. Can't the Republican party find anybody better than Herman Cain? Sheez.
I guess when I think of a better title for this blog, I will change it. For now, I am just interested in having a blog for each color of Magic. I think it is funny to base my life off of a card game.
I've always loved games of all kinds, especially board games. Monopoly was fun, even though it got boring. There was a rush in throwing the dice, though. Winning at the expense of others losing was always great.
Anyway, I used to love this Scooby Doo board game I used to have. I used to like Haunted Houses a lot. I'll have to look on the web to see if I can find a picture of that board game. I bet I can.
Not the one I was looking for, but close enough. This one came out in 1980. The one I had was earlier. Same principle, though. Just moving tokens around.
Some guy just moved after I coughed, and then I said, "Don't Panic". I was creeped out by him when he first sat down, looking at me funny. I am glad he is gone.
Scooby Doo definitely belongs in my Swamp blog, and not here. Sometimes, colors blend, you know. I have no problem mixing red with black. They work good together.
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