Skrambled Ramblings

Final Post

Regretfully, this will be my last Skrambled Ramblings post. The decision is final, so I ask that my friends understand and accept this (don't worry, I won't delete the blog). I may start another blog someday, but it shall be a new creation altogether. Re-Inventing the Wheel will be kept alive on life support, with random signs of life from time to time. Also, a certain apparition may appear on comment pages from time to time. . .

This blog has had a huge effect on my life, through all of the wonderful people I've met and come to know on very personal level. I don't want to leave anyone out, so I won't start off on a list, but I never would have thought it possible to feel so close to people through blogging. We've shared our thoughts, feelings, dreams, and opened ourselves up to each other on a cosmic level. I love you all.

I've enjoyed sharing a piece of my life with all of you. I shall ever be grateful to my blogdom friends for sharing parts of your lives with me. We human beings, in different cultures, throughout the world have far more in common with one another than we have differences. What I've learned more than anything is this: Humanity does not want War, it's Power that does, but ulitmately Peace will prevail (either that or We Are All Fucked!!!).

It's time for me to Skram. I'll leave you all with a poem and a picture. XOXOXOXOXOXO--The Skrambled One

The World is Too Much With Us
-by William Wordsworth

The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.—Great God! I’d rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathèd horn.

posted by Skrambled Egghead Reborn @ 6:32 PM 2 comments

Too, Way Too, Many Boats

I'm posting this in place of a previous post, which shall not be mentioned heretofore by anyone who may have seen it (though perhaps Google had time to cache it. Damn Irretrievability of Electronic Communication). I've become a sort of blog ghost, occasionally haunting this realm with my presence. Perhaps that shall be the new Me. Hmmm...

Oh yes, in honor of the post I removed, here are some Bob Dylan lyrics:


I ain't lookin' to compete with you,
Beat or cheat or mistreat you,
Simplify you, classify you,
Deny, defy or crucify you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you,
Frighten you or uptighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I ain't lookin' to block you up
Shock or knock or lock you up,
Analyze you, categorize you,
Finalize you or advertise you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to straight-face you,
Race or chase you, track or trace you,
Or disgrace you or displace you,
Or define you or confine you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to meet your kin,
Make you spin or do you in,
Or select you or dissect you,
Or inspect you or reject you.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.

I don't want to fake you out,
Take or shake or forsake you out,
I ain't lookin' for you to feel like me,
See like me or be like me.
All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.


So, I'll just leave it at that. I'm off to obtain blogghost.blogspot if possible.

posted by Skrambled Egghead Reborn @ 5:16 PM 7 comments

The Sun Also Rises (or, Unoriginal Title, Meh)

--Portsmouth Harbor, Saturday, December 10

posted by Skrambled Egghead Reborn @ 2:13 PM 3 comments