Sunday Music Written by 63mago What a week. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Maybe something mellow tomorrow. Advertisements ShareClick to print (Opens in new window)Click to email (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window) 12 thoughts on “Sunday Music” “Categories : Sunday, death, muzag” Yikes! Are you OK? ain’t that the truth, sugar! that’s exactly it – i’ve used the other blog as just a venting space it’s been so bad! anxiety dreams, fitful sleep *sigh* what’s next? locusts? xoxoxoxo I would the answer to xl question to. I am not running or hiding because I don’t have to. I do what I want when I want and the only one that can tell me what or when is God. I know that I sound like a little brat but I have earned the right to be that way. Take care. XL Me? Yes. Fully functional, all clear … a bit tired. Thank you for your sympathy. Savannah Bloody rain … we should ask Dr. Phibes, he made a list … Joyce That’s right, you have earned the right to do things all the way YOU want to. Be assured, I am well. This google/blogger-thing is simply not right and has some frightening connotations. It’s seemingly very easy to wipe out a blog with all what belongs to it, accounts and services – and all comments: gone. The news about KAZ’s illness shook me a bit, I lost some dear people to cancer. Reading what Boxer writes about her father did not really cheer me up. I looked for some music that would express a bit of the feelings of this week. Via some detours I landed in the arms of Martha Reeves. Most of my thinking – well its actually staring out of the window – and “writing” these days sooner or later comes to the words “end” and “judge”. s historian and archivist I work with traces of very different kind, always with things that remain, survive. So “click and yer gone” is alarming not only on a personal, but also on a professional level. Dear Mago, It seems that you’re fully functional, yes, but … is everything else ok? The week has been very intense and exhausting in the blogosphere, that’s true. The google/blogger issue is settling down, hopefully, so no worries, mein lieber. Kaz’s and Boxer’s issues are different and I’m afraid they are starting exhausting battles. Life is cruel sometimes. Carpe Diem. A good recipe. I don’t quite get your last paragraph, but I sense a lot of worrying in your mind. Geht es dir gut? Sehr liebevoll… 🙂 Maybe it’s time Mistress MJ gave YOU a massage, for a change. Hey honey. It’s crap, no two ways about it. But we stand together and it makes a difference. It may mean we can’t physically be there, but it doesn’t change that we care. xxx Leni I worry a bit, yes, but now I am simply tired. I will write about what I mentioned in the last paragraph and explain it. MJ Ja? Ooohh … Roses It’s a real long time since I was last called “honey”. 🙂 Ah…. I can’t help myself, terms of endearment and all that. Some people don’t mind, some people start grinding their teeth. I won’t if you’d rather not. What has amazed me about the whole kerfuffle about Infomaniac, is the way everyone pulled together to give Google shit. The genunine affection and concern. The massive silver lining, of a very shitty cloud. Oh Roses, you can call me any names you want! 🙂 Its a bit as if google would have tried to close the playground … When are you going to join twitter and Facebook? Then we can stalk each other all over the internet, through many various fora. Teeheee … nice idea, but you will not find me at facebook. And I have not so much to say that twitter would work. Maybe birdy would simply starve. There should be a combination of twitter ans tamagochy – tamagitter or twitagochy and ist should make one last desparate twöök befor the account drops dead … Comments are closed.