I WAS SURFING, KEYWORDING WORDS I'D RATHER NOT DIVULGE, when I came upon a blog by someone who was faintly familiar. One of the keywords that got me to her site was Silliman, the university in Dumaguete, not the person last name. In her blog she admits to being a classic rock fan and that she is into creative writing, poetry, if I remember right.
The reason I don't mention her name is because I don't actually know her, she is just the namesake of a sexy female creature I met in college who wrote poetry and I was pleasurably shocked to learn that she had memorized some of the poems I wrote. The only reason I won't say the title of the former’s blog is...make your own conclusion. Suffice it to say that she likes the likes of The Doors, Cream, among others; and since she is a fan of "classic rock, poets and idealists..." she must be a fan of mine. Insert laughter track here or that SMS symbol for a smile and a laugh.
I have a confession to make, though, her site gave me the idea to start my own Blogspot site, my second actually. The first one has topics that I'm pretty sure she won't find pretty and maybe is too macho for her sensitive literary taste. On second thought, when one likes classic rock, especially the music of bands fronted by less than wholesome anarchists (is there a wholesome anarchist?) like James Douglas Morrison and Jimi Hendrix, you should have an adventurous streak.
Anyway, I will try to be more prolific with this new blog of mine than with the first one which not only suffered from intermittent zeal and postings but also from a dose of laziness. What's a cushy dewfoam bed for anyway?
See you in the funny pages and hear you in the analog world. Classic rock, remember?
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