I actually feel pretty bad that my post are so sporadic (but not THAT bad since its been only about two months this time… one of the only advantages of the last post falling NINE months after the previous one).
I guess blogging is a habit like anything else, and while habits are often hard to break it would appear that at least sometimes (this being one of those times) they can be even harder to form.
‘Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party’… my dad was a RTO (Radio Telephone Operator, ie. ‘radio man’) in World War Two. North Africa, Sicily, Italy. I remember when I was a kid learning to type and he taught me that phrase; had me practice it over and over… he said it was one of the phrases he had to practice in typing school as a radio man (remember WW2 was all just base sets and walkie-talkies… he could still interpret Morse code thirty years later). They had to type as a part of their job description, I guess.
Anyway, ‘Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party’… if I don’t do anything else, if I have nothing else to say on this blog, my plan is to get on here at LEAST every couple of days and type…
‘Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party’
(If you see that a lot… at least now you’ll know why)
