Ya

I guess anyone can have a blog, nowadays. (sigh)

What are you Ya-ing about, Ponz?!

Glad to see your blog entries are getting more intelligent!

Got an urge got a surge
And it’s out of control
Got an urge I wanna purge
’cause I’m losing control
Uncontrollable urge
I wanna tell you all about it
Uncontrollable urge
Makes me scream and shout it
It’s got style it’s got class
So strong I can’t let it pass
I gotta tell you all about it
I gotta scream and shout it
And I say yeah
MK

Can't put it on Chris site so I put it here.
That is funny. Third time must be a charm. I guess the words I'm saying are hitting home. Somebody keeps erasing my comments. Somebody doesn't like the fact that he isn't good anymore. That Chris has a ego that will be his down fall. Can't take the heat? How come no freedom of speech anymore? I guess they all can't be Leo's.

It is amazing to me that one of the most interesting people I've met can make themselves seem on the web like one of the most boring. It's your blog. Why the personal WebSense?
I know it is difficult to tell from the blog but she really does think deep thoughts. All this superficiality is part of her social mask. While others bleed and whine for their blogs, Potsi seems to prefer dazzling us with the bland and inane.
It's not that she can't write anything interesting because certainly, with her experiences, she can. It's that she doesn't want to commit herself to her writing. She doesn't want to take any chances. She won't expose herself.
After she is done self-editing, this is what you will likely get. Bland, boring, insipid. This blog is not who she is. It's a construct. It's a veneer. It's a fresh coat of paint. Ever see a house built in the 1920s and someone at some point in the time–usually during the 1950s–decided to white wash all the mahogany moldings and mantelpiece? Ever wonder why anyone would want to hide all that rich-dark wood under a coat of bland white paint?
As a writer, to open oneself up also means making oneself vulnerable. The best first-person stories are the most honest and direct. They allow us into a person's life and when a story is good, we see life through their eyes, and if all goes well, we can relate to their experience.
This blogger has experienced all kinds of craziness and excitement. It exists. There actually is a deeper well there. However, she seems to be content to let the world think that she is shallow and without complexity of thought. This simply isn't the case. Not in reality. She just won't take the risk of exposing herself… and the act of playing dumb seems to be some kind of a Southern tradition. Sadly such gentility does not make for very compelling reading. My suggestion is to have some more cobbler and you'll soon forget about it.
So instead of seeing who she really is, we get a homogenized version of life on the prairie. And of course a Devo chorus.
“Southern women have a gentleness of nature but a strength that can hardly be measured.” — Shooting Star, http://shootingstar119.tripod.com/
MK

Ay, ay ay, ay ay! ;)