Well, I guess it stands to reason that since I gave "birth" to my blog, that it's kinda-like my "baby", eh?
And you know what? The two of us have a psychic bond!
If ever there's a primal scream, I hear it. No kidding.
For instance, in recent months, I have experienced a strange phenomenon.
On occasion, when I am on a tight schedule - or pressed for time - I may have to rush an edit a little, do a quick polish, then post...just before I dash out the door.
Then, an hour or so later when I am in a restaurant eating dinner, I suddenly hear this voice inside of me crying out: you inputted the incorrect spelling for palate - you moron.
Sure enough, when I flick on the old PC and check the post, I discover I have used the other word - "palette" - by a force of habit, I guess. After all, I am an "artist" who uses one.
This past weekend I was juggling a couple of names as I prepared a post before I put it to bed. Wouldn't you know it, as I drove down the street to the Theatre, I got an inkling that I screwed up. Sure enough, during a screening at a festival, a name started to "rattle" incessantly inside my weary noggin'.
So, here I am at the Internet Cafe perusing for errors. Yup, the blog's emergency message service got it right again.
Now I'm being dressed up and down:
"Heh, Dude - you made me look the total fool!"
At midnight, it's my birthday. So you know what I'm wishin' for?
A new spellcheck program, 'cause this one sucks big time!
As to the birth of the blog, Friedrich Nietzsche once opined,
“You must have chaos within you to give birth to a dancing star.”
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