They're after me...

I tossed. I turned. It was dark. The Blogmen were after me.... again! They were many. I was but one. I had displeased them.... Again! They were small but seemed huge. Were there ten, were there twenty? I was too panicked to tell. Menacing, masked, their capes flowing. Bigger, smaller, bigger, smaller. They were like a font that keeps changing sizes... I couldn't get a fix on them. Then WHAM!!! It happened. Swish - swish - swish !! With that whirring sound I was marked, I was bleeding. The razor sharp rapier had grazed my nipple as the "B" was etched upon my night clothes.

"Please! NOoooooo!!!" I cried out with futility.

Why aren't they Zlogmen, I wondered, as I stared down at my chest. Z's are so symmetrical, so simple, like Zorro... Z's hit the top of the chest, then between the breasts, and then across the stomach. B's are so messy... Often grazing both nipples, even with the most expert of swordsmen... as they had with me, beeds of blood draining from my left nipple. But it didn't really hurt, or did it, after all this was a dream, a nightmare, only my emotions were scarred. I had displeased them once again....

"Meoooowwwww...!" he said with a grin after the dirty deed. They speak cat, I thought. How appropriate. Then it hit me, this was no dream, this was Boo, slicing me impatiently for his early morning breakfast. Boo was the masked bandit. Boo (his true name must not be revealed for fear of password-cracking) was extending his claws once again with that intense look of hunger, merciless, cruel as the morning sun breeched the horizon. The pain of daily life hit me once again.

No Rest For The Wicked

Clues to the truth of Gecko's disappearance were revealed in a recent interview with "The Money You Could be Saving" - Also present was the Ghost Whisperer, reportedly in communication with the lost and earth-bound dead Gecko:

Interviewer: Some say you had something to do with it.... his disappearance.

Interpreter for Money: Money says "Not true. I deny any involvement...."

Gecko to Ghost Whisperer: Yeah.... Right.... (wink, wink...)

Ghost Whisperer (softly) to Gecko: The only way you can get to the light is if you tell us what happened. Something is holding your spirit here.... it's time for you to cross over... can you tell us what happened? What can we do to help you move on?

Gecko: You can light a match to that wad. He's the most ridiculous excuse for a spokesperson I've ever seen, man. Sheesh! He doesn't even talk !! I don't know if he even can.

Ghost Whisperer: But what happened between you two?

Interpreter for Money (incredulously): Money asks "Is he here?!"

Ghost Whisperer, smiling coyly: Yes, he's here.

Interpreter for Money: Gecko says he cannot help it if cat was willing to be bribed. He had nothing to do with cat's decision... He - Mr. Money - was not even there at the kidnapping...

To be continued on page 6 column 4...

Howdy Folks!

Is anybody out there? I have been away so long! It is because I continue to have obsessive compulsive paranoic fears of blogging. Just the word "blog" makes my throat gag and my mind to break a sweat!

Sometimes I am too busy to blog but today my day job is soooo boring I must do something! Quick! Life's too short for this!

Like my little cactus garden cowboy, I need to rope me a piece of that sky !!! Pull it in and take a good look and see if there is anything or anybody out there. Then I need an ocean or a lake to dangle my toes in. Or a cold rushing stream. Cool water is needed for this Water Dragon child. OK, former child. Ok, so it's WAY former child. I must admit I am an old lady water dragon.

Anyway, I fear I have little of interest to say in this dumb ole blog. Alas! I have become a dumbed down version of my former self. Little of importance to say to anyone. My mind is blank from shell shock and I am trying to find enough to say to get to the bottom of this picture. I did it, so..... Have a nice day. And please forgive me for my unbloggliness.

Yours truly, Bonificent.