I am trying out a different keyboard. The other one was giving me numbers and stuff when I hit letters, very frustrating. I suspect that a little one spilled some ominous liquid on the other keyboard. The little one will be "anonymous" but she knows who she is. At any rate, this keyboard is working fine.
Mr. Froderick13, I am as anonymous as you are. What you read of my posts is me. The words I write, are me. What I am saying is, my life is an open book. All you have to do is read the words I say, to know more about me. I do not hide any thing in my words. My real name, for example, doesn't define me. If you did a background check on me once you learned my real name. That would not be conclusive either. For that would only reveal me at my worst and probably at a time when I drank a little too much. So, knowing my name, though it might be interesting, wouldn't tell you all that much about who I really am, just what my parents named me.
I like being anonymous because people respond to my words, not my name, nor even my reputation. I think we would all enjoy posting anonymously if we had our druthers. I think there would be disappointment if people were to find out my name here. Kinda like, "is that all? boy, does that suck, I liked you better when you were nameless." So, I just respond to thougts that are posted here because that is more of an accurate description of who we are than even our names. We are what we say, unless we are pretending to be John Travolta or something retarted like that. :roll:
But you and I seem alot alike, if you ever liked the Butthole Surfers, and we were probably siamese twins separated from each other at birth. I hardly know anyone who gets excited about them. I don't listen to them much anymore. My wife gets irritated if I ever play "The Hurdy Gurdy Man". She's like "grow up already". She's always right. I shouldn't be listening to them anymore, they're way too obnoxious for my tastes nowadays. They are too much fun, too much excess, too psychotic. Ha ha. But, I am not too mature to appreciate a good Whitesnake classic:
"Here I go again on my own
Duh nuh di di duh nuh (guitar)
Goin' down the only road I've ever know-oon
Di di duh nuh (guitar)
Like a twister I was born to walk alone.
Di di duh nuh
But I've made up my mind....
I ain't wastin' no more time
But here I go again
Here I go again
Here I GAAAOOOOOOOUUUUUU!" (high pitched scream)
I used to criticize this kind of music. But now I love it! I heard it coming home from work and it made me so ridiculosly happy and I don't know why!
Like a twister I was born to walk alone. I love that!
