As anybody who knows me will know I’m a bit edgy at this time of year. I like to see it out there in the rear view mirror. We wish all of our crew all the best, all the time. Un-deterred by calendars or the like. This morning I've been trying to catch up on messages and keep getting the blighters returned. Something to do with recipients servers or some such bollocks. The double-edged sword that is cyber-communications exasperates me. I am the king of no-patience and the master of the short fuse. With regard to making up some kinda retrospective list, my heart isn't in it. Have a trawl through the archives if you have the time and that might turn up some nugget that got away. The spectre of having to return to the daily grind is clouding my vision somewhat too, tis' a bummer but we gotta eat. I think that 2004 will be a bumpy ride but let's not lose sight of the big picture here. It's important not to piss up anybody's back and tell them that it's raining. Let's root for what's good and leave the sub-karaoke and worse that passes as mass entertainment in the dust with the scum who are perpetrating this "electronic chatter" that sanctions our space to be invaded in the name of safety. These people are willing to 86 themselves for their beliefs and I think they're taking the mick but our authorities can't take any chances. It's Mindset Wars and our side ain't programmed like the bogeymen and wummin are. Me? At this point, It's like Iggy once said "I don't believe in anything and I don't stand for nothing". Nothing 'cept to keep on keepin' on anyway I can and it's all forward from here. At least today. This morning, Brian Matthews played "From The Underworld" by The Herd and for the length of that at least, all was right with the world.
