blogger app and control!

   I'm fairly certain I would get no bloggy type writing done at all if it weren't for this mobile app. Writing from the comfort of home has perks like ease of access for online additions to the post, no battery concerns, as well as loungability. 
  I made that word up. It's real now. I'm a wordsmith, I do that shit. 

 I'm at the lake writing this, and as I'm writing, a spider just trotted past me. In front of my very eyes.  On this bed. That I'm sleeping in tonight.  Was. WAS sleeping in. I think(?) I killed it.  Hard to tell with the bed sheets being the colour they are and all. 
 Well...Shit. 
Ok, forging ahead... It's the lake, we're roughing it out here. For example, we watched a 1080p movie on a 720i TV!! 
The resolutions!!! It's all wrong, man! 
#civilizedproblems

  I'm listening to the relentless waves crashing away on the beach just outside the window and as cool as the afternoon became, the water was warm like a bath. A pleasant surprise after my beach walk became a soaker. It happens. Roughing it. 
  I'm pretty sure that fucking spider is plotting on me, rubbing its numerous little twiggy hands in malevolent glee, I'll be ready for it though...
  Until I fall asleep. 
OH MY GOD WHAT IF IT LAYS EGGS IN MY THROAT AND I BECOME THE INTRO SCENE FOR THE NEXT 1)arachnophobia, or 2)aliens movie?!?
  Actually either of those would be pretty badass. 

  Par for the course, I've chased a rabbit trail. It happens. Suck it up. 
#digress

  I've been mulling the decision to completely cut loose of Facebook for many reasons. It's a huge time sink, takes away my creativity, it's distracting like shiny crystal objects, and it's getting harder for me to see and deal with some of the people on there. 
  Reasons for keeping of course continue to be the event organizer, the birthday reminders (I can't remember dates to save my life. I'm only about 60% sure that I'm born on May 18th) either that date or sometime in January. 
  
   Ultimately I want to be better. At writing, at my day to day routines, my job (yes, even that) and just in general. Does Facebook take away from that, not directly but as a distraction, there is indirect impact soooooo....
   I know none of my Facebook friends read this thing so it will be a huge surprise and everyone will get all butthurt but hey, shit happens, right?
   Ill give people a few days advance warning and direct them to my twitter feed and here in lieu. It's a plan. 
  
     (Don't let them crawl inside my ear!)

  I started writing tonight with the determination to focus on control. To keep this light hearted and try to maintain  levity through out, I'll just dust up a little bit on this one and move on. 
  As a kid, I used to try to control everything and everyone. It was a safety issue and I think most people wrestle through that at some point before realizing that at the end of the day, control is an illusion and all you can control is you. 
  I'm struggling a bit with lack of control in my goofy little world, gentle reader. It's nothing serious... No crack rock addiction or sexual deviance. 
        (That's a huuuuuuuge bitch!)

Being forced to deal with the choices and actions of others though... (Welcome to life ha ha, shaddap, peanut gallery) Now sometimes you just have no moves left to play and you are well and truly stuck, or worse, the moves you can deploy really suck all the way across the table and you are simply cornered into a decision that's  the least ass painy path.  I'm in one of those corners, painted nice and tidily in here and the choices left to me are all pretty shitty. Equivalent to losing my queen (ironic word play?)
              (Check mate, Bitches!)
  One thing about controlling your own decisions and destiny... You can take the time to think it through before pulling the trigger. 
  
  So! Wisdom of the ages, right? I know, I know... Mind. Blown. You're welcome!
             (Longest. Poop. Evvvver.)

  I think (haha) I'll wrap this up for now and do some reading to the soundtrack of the waves. Or possibly ponder a Ryany Rant. It's been awhile since I raged about frivolous things...
 There's also the matter of that damned spider. I'm serious, it's either him or me tonight! 
  There is a song I'd like to leave off with, as usual. I've always got SOME kind of music ready to be fired down range, but this is just a quiet song. No lyrics but it doesn't need them
  --- a side bar --- I don't know if I can link YouTube videos from the mobile app so I have it copied and I hope that that's enough. 
 http://youtu.be/CcCujdD3VWk

 Sleep well, gentle reader

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