Courtesy of: http://shopping.yahoo.com/articles/yshoppingarticles/717/7-gadgets-that-wont-be-around-in-2020
Going the way of the Dinosaur?
E-Readers
The e-reader has already undergone significant changes in its short history, evolving from a product with a keyboard to one with a touchscreen and more recently being integrated into a kind of a tablet-hybrid, but according to Golvin, the market for e-readers will mostly disappear by the end of the decade.
“The tablet will largely supplant the e-reader in the same way that the iPod increasingly gets displaced by smartphones,” Golvin says. “Tablets will take on the e-reader function of handling magazine, newspaper and book reading.” In essence, spending money on an e-reader that can only handle reading when tablets can do this and more will come to seem as useless as buying a GPS system that can only look up directions when other technology does this as well.
Just how small the e-reader market becomes may depend somewhat on advancements in display technology. One of the biggest incentives for consumers to buy a pure e-reader is to have an e-ink display (like reading from a book) rather than a backlit display (like reading from a computer screen), but according to Golvin, manufacturers are already working on ways to merge the two reading experiences and create a tablet that doubles as an authentic e-reader.
Even then, there may be still be some e-readers on the market at the beginning of next decade, but not many.
“It could be that by 2020 you can still buy a super cheap e-reader for $20, but by and large, the volume of sales will be so close to zero as to be indistinguishable, like CD players are now,” he says.
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Thank You Thursday
Before anyone gets the knickers in a twist, I want to say I am NOT complaining. Actually, this is a true thank you post.
Here goes...
I recently got a comment on a site about me. Now, first off, the comment had nothing to do with the book it was posted with. That's not the point. The comment was about me. At first, I was outraged. I mean, why would someone say something like that about me? I didn't do anything to them. Heck, I don't even think I know them.
But that's the beauty of the Internet. Anonymity. Again, not the point.
The point is, the comment and the incident served as a stark reminder. Anything done on the Internet--be it a dirty picture, a comment, a posting, whatever, is subject to anyone's opinion in return. If you write a book, you're subjected to the opinions of the reviewers and readers. Thankfully, most of my comments have been positive. I've learned from the ones that aren't. Apparently, what's on the Internet includes the actions of the author as well.
So why am I thanking the person? Simple. It's opened my eyes. A lot. I thought, ok, I can post what I want, say what I want, and it's fine. I'm being honest and straightforward. In most cases it is no big deal. Then there are those little moments that remind me, you probably said something you should've thought twice before saying, or did something you shouldn't have. Time to pay the piper.
Thank you for restoring my humble factor. Fact is, an author has to have a pretty thick skin. Reviews, now matter how nice, can always be the not fun kind. Occasionally people add things into reviews that are not really a reflection of the work, but rather a reflection on their opinion of the author. Is this right? Probably not. But, it's a First Amendment right to speak one's mind. I respect that. I do.
While I thank the person for opening my eyes, I do want to offer this word of caution. What you put on the Internet is more or less forever. Pictures, once unleashed on the virtual world, won't go away. It will end up somewhere. Words will still be there after the delete. So look at it this way, would you want someone to say something or post something--like a picture or a comment--you wouldn't want posted? Probably not.
Thank you for reminding me to think before I speak or post. And reminding me of the Golden Rule. "Do unto others as you'd have done to you."
Here goes...
I recently got a comment on a site about me. Now, first off, the comment had nothing to do with the book it was posted with. That's not the point. The comment was about me. At first, I was outraged. I mean, why would someone say something like that about me? I didn't do anything to them. Heck, I don't even think I know them.
But that's the beauty of the Internet. Anonymity. Again, not the point.
The point is, the comment and the incident served as a stark reminder. Anything done on the Internet--be it a dirty picture, a comment, a posting, whatever, is subject to anyone's opinion in return. If you write a book, you're subjected to the opinions of the reviewers and readers. Thankfully, most of my comments have been positive. I've learned from the ones that aren't. Apparently, what's on the Internet includes the actions of the author as well.
So why am I thanking the person? Simple. It's opened my eyes. A lot. I thought, ok, I can post what I want, say what I want, and it's fine. I'm being honest and straightforward. In most cases it is no big deal. Then there are those little moments that remind me, you probably said something you should've thought twice before saying, or did something you shouldn't have. Time to pay the piper.
Thank you for restoring my humble factor. Fact is, an author has to have a pretty thick skin. Reviews, now matter how nice, can always be the not fun kind. Occasionally people add things into reviews that are not really a reflection of the work, but rather a reflection on their opinion of the author. Is this right? Probably not. But, it's a First Amendment right to speak one's mind. I respect that. I do.
While I thank the person for opening my eyes, I do want to offer this word of caution. What you put on the Internet is more or less forever. Pictures, once unleashed on the virtual world, won't go away. It will end up somewhere. Words will still be there after the delete. So look at it this way, would you want someone to say something or post something--like a picture or a comment--you wouldn't want posted? Probably not.
Thank you for reminding me to think before I speak or post. And reminding me of the Golden Rule. "Do unto others as you'd have done to you."
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
What the? Wednesday ~ Rules...Who Do They REALLY Apply To?
Sorry, but I have a rant today. Yup. You're shocked, I know. But it's a matter of being fed up and a little...unimpressed.
I'm not saying I am a saint. Far from it. But, let me tell you two stories.
Story One
I'm at a large store minding my own business. Youngling needed sweatpants, because he lives in them, and I was on the lookout for said britches. Ok, so don't hunt for sweatpants in March. They aren't out. Anyway, I'm standing in line at the checkout. Nothing much is going on, but the line is long. Fine. I didn't really have anywhere to be (at that time, but that's another story). I'm browsing the magazine rack and listening to the muzak when the register right beside me opens. She even motions me over to get into her line. Ok. You might be thinking, what's the issue?
The woman who decided she HAD to go in front of me. Now had she ASKED and said something like, I'm late, I'm in a hurry, I'm something other than being rude...I'd have happily let her go. Live and let live. But no. She just butted in front of me. I was RIGHT THERE!! I said, excuse me. She smiled. "I was here first."
Yanno, fine. If whatever you had to do was that important, fine.
Story Two
I went to the school to pick the youngling up. We don't live in his district, but open enroll him. Fine. There's a pick up line. Same procedure every day. You get in line, show your number, when it's time, they release the totlets. Fine.
Except when parents feel they and their children are more important than yours.
I start driving towards the turnaround and this person decides come hell or high water, she needs to be in front of me. Normally, I wouldn't care. I wasn't first in line. I wasn't in a hurry. No, what irked me, was that we are at a SCHOOL. We are supposed to be teaching our kids to FOLLOW the RULES. How is it following the rules when you hurry up and speed in a 10 mph school zone, to get right in front of ONE CAR. ONE FLIPPIN' CAR!! It's not. First, the person broke the speed limit. Second, kids come running out of the school without LOOKING WHERE THEY ARE GOING. Speed racer could've easily taken out a running kid. Third, person cut in line. We teach kids, be polite, don't cut, do unto others as you'd have done to you. And then we turn right around and show them, if you aren't first, you aren't wanting it enough.
My Point?
We have these things called rules for a reason. So people don't get hurt. Whether it's copyright infringement, bodily harm, vehicular harm, or emotional harm, there are rules. Without rules, we'd have anarchy. No stop lights, we'd have mayhem in thr streets. No seating charts, we'd all be squished at concerts like the Who concert in Cincinatti. So, rules reallly have a place in society.
Except when someone gets the idea that they are more important than everyone else. Just because you drive a Mercedes and have fashionable specs, doesn't make you more important than me. Just because you don't want to wait the extra fifteen minutes to pick your kid up because you don't want to 'cut it close to practice' doesn't make you better than me. It makes you more affluent, maybe. Might make you a bit of a scheduling control freak, but it doesn't mean you or your kid is anymore important to me or my kid.
Am I ranting? Yes. Why? Because it's irritating to stand in a line, mind your own business and have someone butt in because they've deemed they needed to go first. It's aggrivating to watch a parent scream at a kid that they haven't followed the rules when Mommy and Daddy just sped through a school lot to make sure little Jonnie and Suzie didn't have to wait to go home.
Stepping down from soapbox. I feel a little better now. Thank you for listening.
And Don't Forget to Check out These Awesome Authors: Megan Slayer, Kealie Shay, Menagerie Authors, Jessica Jarman, Devon Rhodes, Ashley Ladd, Linda McMaken, Cheryl Dragon, Marianne Arkins, Anne Rainey, KA Mitchell, Mychael Black, and Jenika Snow!
I'm not saying I am a saint. Far from it. But, let me tell you two stories.
Story One
I'm at a large store minding my own business. Youngling needed sweatpants, because he lives in them, and I was on the lookout for said britches. Ok, so don't hunt for sweatpants in March. They aren't out. Anyway, I'm standing in line at the checkout. Nothing much is going on, but the line is long. Fine. I didn't really have anywhere to be (at that time, but that's another story). I'm browsing the magazine rack and listening to the muzak when the register right beside me opens. She even motions me over to get into her line. Ok. You might be thinking, what's the issue?
The woman who decided she HAD to go in front of me. Now had she ASKED and said something like, I'm late, I'm in a hurry, I'm something other than being rude...I'd have happily let her go. Live and let live. But no. She just butted in front of me. I was RIGHT THERE!! I said, excuse me. She smiled. "I was here first."
Yanno, fine. If whatever you had to do was that important, fine.
Story Two
I went to the school to pick the youngling up. We don't live in his district, but open enroll him. Fine. There's a pick up line. Same procedure every day. You get in line, show your number, when it's time, they release the totlets. Fine.
Except when parents feel they and their children are more important than yours.
I start driving towards the turnaround and this person decides come hell or high water, she needs to be in front of me. Normally, I wouldn't care. I wasn't first in line. I wasn't in a hurry. No, what irked me, was that we are at a SCHOOL. We are supposed to be teaching our kids to FOLLOW the RULES. How is it following the rules when you hurry up and speed in a 10 mph school zone, to get right in front of ONE CAR. ONE FLIPPIN' CAR!! It's not. First, the person broke the speed limit. Second, kids come running out of the school without LOOKING WHERE THEY ARE GOING. Speed racer could've easily taken out a running kid. Third, person cut in line. We teach kids, be polite, don't cut, do unto others as you'd have done to you. And then we turn right around and show them, if you aren't first, you aren't wanting it enough.
My Point?
We have these things called rules for a reason. So people don't get hurt. Whether it's copyright infringement, bodily harm, vehicular harm, or emotional harm, there are rules. Without rules, we'd have anarchy. No stop lights, we'd have mayhem in thr streets. No seating charts, we'd all be squished at concerts like the Who concert in Cincinatti. So, rules reallly have a place in society.
Except when someone gets the idea that they are more important than everyone else. Just because you drive a Mercedes and have fashionable specs, doesn't make you more important than me. Just because you don't want to wait the extra fifteen minutes to pick your kid up because you don't want to 'cut it close to practice' doesn't make you better than me. It makes you more affluent, maybe. Might make you a bit of a scheduling control freak, but it doesn't mean you or your kid is anymore important to me or my kid.
Am I ranting? Yes. Why? Because it's irritating to stand in a line, mind your own business and have someone butt in because they've deemed they needed to go first. It's aggrivating to watch a parent scream at a kid that they haven't followed the rules when Mommy and Daddy just sped through a school lot to make sure little Jonnie and Suzie didn't have to wait to go home.
Stepping down from soapbox. I feel a little better now. Thank you for listening.
And Don't Forget to Check out These Awesome Authors: Megan Slayer, Kealie Shay, Menagerie Authors, Jessica Jarman, Devon Rhodes, Ashley Ladd, Linda McMaken, Cheryl Dragon, Marianne Arkins, Anne Rainey, KA Mitchell, Mychael Black, and Jenika Snow!
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
What the Wednesdays - Christmas Cookies!!!!
My what the Wednesday is about Christmas Cookies. You're probably wondering why I'd complain about something wonderful, like cookies. I'm confused about it, too. I love Christmas cookies. Can't wait for the season because--duh--there are cookies.
Sprinkles, colored frosting, chocolate. Yeah, there's lots to sample and even better places to eat cookies off of. Don't give me that look. I know you've considered licking the sprinkles off someone's chest after eating cookies. And if you haven't--you should try. It's fun.
My what the? is the subsequent guilt. Duh. We have all these wonderful commercials reminding the public at large to restrict our diets and watch what we eat. I agree to an extent. Eat everything, but in moderation. Makes perfect sense. I adhere to this theory. But man oh man, does there have to be so many yummy cookies to try? Boggles the mind.
Oh well. Never let it be said I didn't eat, drink, be merry. (And if you ask Sandy Sullivan just how merry I can be, I'll lie. Yes, I'll fib right through my teeth.)
Here's to a Happy New Year full of cookies and good cheer. Sorry, didn't mean to get crumbs all over everything. No, I lied. I'll be in the corner licking the crumbs...off him.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Monday Moans
So I thought today I'd give the characters the day off and write a Monday Moan of my own. I know. Why listen to me when one of my heroes has his day? I often wonder the same thing. But you have to remember. My guys and gals sometimes need time off, too.
Hence the idea for this Moan. Instead of a moan like a hubba hubba, this one's a Monday Moan like in my local paper. (Except, this one is about the characters.)
It's the holidays, and you'd think the characters would be all active. You know, that whole concept that I have time to write and time to play with them.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO...
So, fine. I didn't get out the paper, the computer, the pens...nothing for a couple days. Oh baby did they crab. Hee hee. Worked though. They came out, played, and informed me they wanted their stories told. (yes, I'm grinning from ear to ear because of my own creativity)
I also got on iTunes and played. That was a lot of fun. I find sometimes the characters react to certain songs. Works really well if its something a little funky and off-beat. For example, I watched Shrek 2 since it was on tv and youngling wanted to watch it. Talk about some great songs. And with no notebook, pen or laptop handy, characters chattered. Tucker and Megan FINALLY told me what they wanted to do and how their story would work out.
Well, I guess this wasn't so much of a crab fest as I'd expected. Works for me. I'm off to spend my giftcards for books. (Did you think I'd get something more....utilitarian? Come on. This is me. I'd breathe, sleep, and immerse myself in books if it were possible. Duh.)
Hence the idea for this Moan. Instead of a moan like a hubba hubba, this one's a Monday Moan like in my local paper. (Except, this one is about the characters.)
It's the holidays, and you'd think the characters would be all active. You know, that whole concept that I have time to write and time to play with them.
NOOOOOOOOOOOO...
So, fine. I didn't get out the paper, the computer, the pens...nothing for a couple days. Oh baby did they crab. Hee hee. Worked though. They came out, played, and informed me they wanted their stories told. (yes, I'm grinning from ear to ear because of my own creativity)
I also got on iTunes and played. That was a lot of fun. I find sometimes the characters react to certain songs. Works really well if its something a little funky and off-beat. For example, I watched Shrek 2 since it was on tv and youngling wanted to watch it. Talk about some great songs. And with no notebook, pen or laptop handy, characters chattered. Tucker and Megan FINALLY told me what they wanted to do and how their story would work out.
Well, I guess this wasn't so much of a crab fest as I'd expected. Works for me. I'm off to spend my giftcards for books. (Did you think I'd get something more....utilitarian? Come on. This is me. I'd breathe, sleep, and immerse myself in books if it were possible. Duh.)
Friday, December 17, 2010
Friday Flirts
**Sigh**
Yanno, I hate edits. Strike that. Actually, I love edits. Edits make a story more than it was. They help shape and craft what was once raggedy into something tight and fluent. So, I lied. They aren't that bad.
But I find it's hard to get down in the dumps about them. Sometimes it seems like they never seem to end and there's not a light at the end of the tunnel. Then again, some are a breeze. Oh well.
I've decided one of my resolutions (and no, I rarely make resolutions) is to turn the frown upside down. Yup. I've noticed in the last few months, things career-wise (I say that loosely, because I'm still not totally in belief that being an author is a career--it feels more like finding my pals and taking them out to play) are looking fantastic. With 5 releases this year, I'm doing well. I'm getting better at promo and finding my way sales-wise. But in general, I've had a hard time. Yes, I love to laugh, and be silly, and have a good time. It just seems that I find myself so bogged down in the little things, I've forgotten what it is to smile a little bit. Call it confessions of the seasonally depressed.
But this is Friday Flirts, not Ramblings Day (I dunno if there is such a thing, but hey, who says I can't invent one). So, here's the flirts:
I have a couple paranormal stories I'm working on. I finally got them out of the dust and have twiddled bit to see if they are something to make a go on. The cat is sitting next to me kneading the pillow. He's suggested I resurrect one of my kitty shifter stories. We'll have to see.
I'm also working with Megan to get a couple of her stories in shape. She's got a great M/M story going and a bdsm vampire one that with a little tweaking will be really cool.
I'm going to finish "All I Want For Christmas" this weekend for posting on Wednesday. Hope you enjoyed. I'm also going to post it on the site and make it a page here on the blog.
Whew. Going back over the post and reading what I have going makes *me* tired. I'm going to hunt down some hot cocoa and find the notebooks I need to get moving.
Enjoy!
(and 9 shopping days until Christmas! Consider an ereader or ebooks! I've got some great suggestions for my books and some by other authors I think you'll love!)
Yanno, I hate edits. Strike that. Actually, I love edits. Edits make a story more than it was. They help shape and craft what was once raggedy into something tight and fluent. So, I lied. They aren't that bad.
But I find it's hard to get down in the dumps about them. Sometimes it seems like they never seem to end and there's not a light at the end of the tunnel. Then again, some are a breeze. Oh well.
I've decided one of my resolutions (and no, I rarely make resolutions) is to turn the frown upside down. Yup. I've noticed in the last few months, things career-wise (I say that loosely, because I'm still not totally in belief that being an author is a career--it feels more like finding my pals and taking them out to play) are looking fantastic. With 5 releases this year, I'm doing well. I'm getting better at promo and finding my way sales-wise. But in general, I've had a hard time. Yes, I love to laugh, and be silly, and have a good time. It just seems that I find myself so bogged down in the little things, I've forgotten what it is to smile a little bit. Call it confessions of the seasonally depressed.
But this is Friday Flirts, not Ramblings Day (I dunno if there is such a thing, but hey, who says I can't invent one). So, here's the flirts:
I have a couple paranormal stories I'm working on. I finally got them out of the dust and have twiddled bit to see if they are something to make a go on. The cat is sitting next to me kneading the pillow. He's suggested I resurrect one of my kitty shifter stories. We'll have to see.
I'm also working with Megan to get a couple of her stories in shape. She's got a great M/M story going and a bdsm vampire one that with a little tweaking will be really cool.
I'm going to finish "All I Want For Christmas" this weekend for posting on Wednesday. Hope you enjoyed. I'm also going to post it on the site and make it a page here on the blog.
Whew. Going back over the post and reading what I have going makes *me* tired. I'm going to hunt down some hot cocoa and find the notebooks I need to get moving.
Enjoy!
(and 9 shopping days until Christmas! Consider an ereader or ebooks! I've got some great suggestions for my books and some by other authors I think you'll love!)
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
What the? Wednesday - I finally hit my goal...
November is the month of pressure. No kidding. For some reason, I seem to take on about fifty more projects than even the most organized person can accomplish, and somehow I can't understand why I can't get them all done.
But to my What the? I stress myself out with things like NaNoWriMo. Guess what? I'm hovering at 13.5k. Not a huge shocker. It's been put in the background a bit. But really, why do I do this to myself? I can't tell you, so I'm not sure why I'm complaining other than I needed to tell someone.
And now to my goal. Not the 50k. HA! No, I had this goal to reach 65k in a WIP. I managed to hit it finally today. Remember, this is my NaNo story from LAST year. I worked all year to polish it (and I put it up for a while because, hey, I knew in the December 1st format, it wasn't ready for anything). So I'm cheering my little milestone and wondering if I can possibly reach my 50k NaNo goal.
Somehow, I doubt it.
But to my What the? I stress myself out with things like NaNoWriMo. Guess what? I'm hovering at 13.5k. Not a huge shocker. It's been put in the background a bit. But really, why do I do this to myself? I can't tell you, so I'm not sure why I'm complaining other than I needed to tell someone.
And now to my goal. Not the 50k. HA! No, I had this goal to reach 65k in a WIP. I managed to hit it finally today. Remember, this is my NaNo story from LAST year. I worked all year to polish it (and I put it up for a while because, hey, I knew in the December 1st format, it wasn't ready for anything). So I'm cheering my little milestone and wondering if I can possibly reach my 50k NaNo goal.
Somehow, I doubt it.
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
What the? Wednesdays - Allergies!
Allergies...
Yes, I am a sufferer and it stinks. I don't have a full blown cold or the allery equivalent, but the itchy eyes, sneezing, and blah feeling can suck lemons. I woke up this am and I just couldn't open my eyes. I'm telling you, I wanted to crawl back under my nice warm comforter and snuggle. But at the same time, my brain kicked on and I couldn't stop thinking about a couple of stories I'm in the middle of. Funny how that works. When I want to crash, the characters want to chatter. Oy...
I'm going to go work on those stories since I have the time and determination to get them done.
Ta!
Yes, I am a sufferer and it stinks. I don't have a full blown cold or the allery equivalent, but the itchy eyes, sneezing, and blah feeling can suck lemons. I woke up this am and I just couldn't open my eyes. I'm telling you, I wanted to crawl back under my nice warm comforter and snuggle. But at the same time, my brain kicked on and I couldn't stop thinking about a couple of stories I'm in the middle of. Funny how that works. When I want to crash, the characters want to chatter. Oy...
I'm going to go work on those stories since I have the time and determination to get them done.
Ta!
Friday, April 9, 2010
Well.... poo
Okay, this will sound like a pity party post. It is, to a degree.
I knew when I got into this industry that writing is subjective and there are a whole lot more tears than joys because, well, you're gonna spend more time learning and producing than contracting.
They (whoever they are) weren't kidding.
Now, you probably remember I subbed my farmer again. This time, I heard from one publisher, who told me the subplot didn't move her. Okay... and she wasn't convinced of the romance, but the writing was tight.
Okey Dokey.
I'm really not pissing and moaning. I'm not. But when I get two rejections and neither one mentions the same stuff... it makes me wonder. What's really not up to par with this story? And how do I figure out what to fix, if anything?
One last thing, Editor said, "What isn't right for one is perfect for another."
Then slip me the name of the one who does, yanno? Just sayin'. And is that nice-speak for, thanks but no thanks?
I know not everything I submit will be accepted. The publishing industry is a competitive, cutthroat industry. So, I knew going in that I had a 3% chance of acceptance. But still, no one said I had to like rejection, even if it's accompanied by great advice.
So back to the drawing board...
I knew when I got into this industry that writing is subjective and there are a whole lot more tears than joys because, well, you're gonna spend more time learning and producing than contracting.
They (whoever they are) weren't kidding.
Now, you probably remember I subbed my farmer again. This time, I heard from one publisher, who told me the subplot didn't move her. Okay... and she wasn't convinced of the romance, but the writing was tight.
Okey Dokey.
I'm really not pissing and moaning. I'm not. But when I get two rejections and neither one mentions the same stuff... it makes me wonder. What's really not up to par with this story? And how do I figure out what to fix, if anything?
One last thing, Editor said, "What isn't right for one is perfect for another."
Then slip me the name of the one who does, yanno?
I know not everything I submit will be accepted. The publishing industry is a competitive, cutthroat industry. So, I knew going in that I had a 3% chance of acceptance. But still, no one said I had to like rejection, even if it's accompanied by great advice.
So back to the drawing board...
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
I Read The Blog Today... Oh Boy!
Quick! What's that line (more or less) from?
Doesn't matter. Anyway, I noticed a proliferation of people who have this cockamamie idea to put EVERYTHING and ANYTHING about themselves on their blogs.
I don't know about you, but sometimes there is a limit to what you really should share with everyone. Just because you read something on someone's blog doesn't make it gospel. Then again, just because someone read your blog doesn't mean they are your best buddy.
I'm also a firm believer in not judging a book by it's cover (unless there's a hunk of man on it... then to each his or her own). Just because someone likes a particular genre of music or watches a television program, doesn't necessarily define them. But that's my opinion.
*sigh*
Then again, I tend to stand on soapboxes and talk to the crowds, heard by no one. Oh well.
Oh! Did you want to know the title of that song? You probably already know, so my telling isn't really a secret, but it's by the Beatles--one of John Lennon's masterpieces spliced together with a tune by Paul McCartney to make one of the most memorable of the Beatles songs.
Answer: A Day in the Life(I read the news today, oh boy...)
Doesn't matter. Anyway, I noticed a proliferation of people who have this cockamamie idea to put EVERYTHING and ANYTHING about themselves on their blogs.
I don't know about you, but sometimes there is a limit to what you really should share with everyone. Just because you read something on someone's blog doesn't make it gospel. Then again, just because someone read your blog doesn't mean they are your best buddy.
I'm also a firm believer in not judging a book by it's cover (unless there's a hunk of man on it... then to each his or her own). Just because someone likes a particular genre of music or watches a television program, doesn't necessarily define them. But that's my opinion.
*sigh*
Then again, I tend to stand on soapboxes and talk to the crowds, heard by no one. Oh well.
Oh! Did you want to know the title of that song? You probably already know, so my telling isn't really a secret, but it's by the Beatles--one of John Lennon's masterpieces spliced together with a tune by Paul McCartney to make one of the most memorable of the Beatles songs.
Answer: A Day in the Life(I read the news today, oh boy...)
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