And Now We Are Four

Huh, I seem to be four years old now—this blog anyway. It was Thanksgiving day, four years ago (the 24th in 2011) that I began rambling and I've not shut up since.

Waddya know.

I’ve blathered on about my carnival days, being deaf and how I got that way, cats (endless cat tales!), travels with Jen, cars (!!!) and triking. There’ve been *cough* a few *cough* rants about clueless flatworm brained cretins, asswipes, feces headed fuckwads and grifters (not always the same exact thing). I've gone on about books, books, more books and feminism.

Hells, there've been rants about books AND feminism AT THE SAME TIME!

I myself have never been able to find out precisely what feminism is: I only know that people call me a feminist whenever I express sentiments that differentiate me from a doormat.
~Rebecca West

I've actually let other people take the helm on occasion (invited—cajoled 'em even!). Brenda Rock's had a few things to say. Heike, my cousin Della in Berlin. author Kevin Tudish, Steve, The Amazing Bob AND his son The Green Miles—other important others too.

There've been interviews with artists and authors, love stories, art reviews and travel talk (categories which often overlap).

And, of course, there's been some navel gazing as in Why Do We Create. Pics too!

So then, obvs I'm not gonna stop yapping anytime soon (and there'll be more fabulous guest posts!), so stay tuned!

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