Psst....I am still here and some lunacy at works

 Firstly, thanks for the recent reading score... and we cleared the 200K markers there... and a huge THANK YOU. 

I am feeling okay...

No, I am not dying, but rather my physical and mental strengths are waning; hence, I want to complete more tales before then. 

I started this way back in 2000; naïve and lacking depth in my telling of tales, many a time I say this is the final write, but it was not so, or maybe it will be one day. I started off then as to amuse my daughter, who was in HIGH SCHOOL and looked bored. She told me of the blog that she was doing, and I took on mine. 

I had done many tales, including bashing the Angels and Demons and predators like Dracula and Frankenstein... My faves are the CRUSADERS, MERLIN, and of course the ANGELS. 

Adware will not monetize my clicks, for reasons of the above, and my tales dabbled in sexual antics…. (Selective pun here; well, sex sells, but I think I am decent on the content... Okay, my big toes wriggled just now.) At my age, that's a renewed achievement. 

It's not like I am like any wooden toy with an elongated nose. (I am for the environment... no PLASTICS except the BANK CARD.) I AM EVER READY... JUST MAKE IT JUICY. and do not apply GLUE on me... I said SLICK, and not STICK.

Aha… great idea to rewrite PINOCHIO…. With the blend of GRIMMS…. And spice it up with some man’s world content… sure beats the bedtimes tale of climbing like JACK with his BEANSTALKS… or there goes CINDERELA, who will say, "let me scrub the sheets again…" Or SLEEPING BEAUTY saying, "Let me sleep…" or WHITE saying, "Chaps, we need to do a DNA TEST soon…" or RAPUNZEL: "I said lower your hair, not your laundry." or JACK went down the hill on JILL... Oops... that's boo-boo-derline... NO NO for any bedtime tales. 

I know, MORK, that will not be how we will tell the UNIVERSE about EARTHLINGS' ... Geez, I almost got lost for words there... It's a wide...wide...world here. You could look inside if you want to... I can imagine how DENTISTS feel when they aere drilling then... 

Or the NURSE telling the SURGEON during the procedure..."That is the ANUS there..." Darn it, they sure do not look like the view from the other side... 

How come we never get short of being told DEEP... DEEP... WILL YA? My mistress once called out ... "I would if you weren't CENTIMETERS deep..." Now I knew why we had to move from inches to centimeters...it's all in the extra 'zeroes' in the measurement there. GOD, let me be like PINOCHIO. I will tell that lie every time. 

Just an idea… Not much ielse is working nowadays. Pardon my lunacy here. Tally ho, and thank you.