As Things Go Sideways...

So.  The raspberries looked good, but they were tasteless.  No self-respecting foodie would use them in anything that other people would taste.  What to do with them...  I know!  I'll use them in my morning smoothie.  That way I won't feel guilty about inflicting them on others.  I feel so damn self-riteous!  Guess I'll have to live with it...

The damn pseudo-berries only lasted about five days; they grew fur.  Gaaaaah!  No more Franken-fruit!  The crap that's sold to people in this country is getting worse by the day.  I suspect in my darker moments that we're the subjects of a diabolical experiment to determine how much abuse we'll stand for before we crack.  I think I'll turn "The Experiment" back on the experimenters.  Let's make a run for the border.  Let's go walkabout!  Road Trip!

Gotta raise some expense money.  Have to sell off all my worldly possessions.  Oh, crap!  Have you seen my "stuff?"  This is going to be a challenge.  Several boxes of signed first editions,  several boxes of StarTrek & Star Wars collectables, at least two hundred cookbooks collected over the last three decades,  more baking books,  several hundred other books--reference--another pile of fiction,  about five hundred DVDs (lot of whole seasons worth), couple of samurai swords for cutting practice housed in brocade boxes,  all my cooking gear (piles of it), couple of extra bags of cook's knives, yada yada...

I just came off a strange weekend that kinda prompted this whole train-of-thought.  when I first retired about four and a half years ago, I bought my first PC laptop, and learned to surf.  I got sucked into signing on to LinkedIn, and promptly forgot it.  Until about a year ago, a dear friend--an author--asked to connect to me on LinkedIn.  I started picking up connections until last Friday afternoon, I had 35.  Then something happened.  It was like Gamer's OCD.  By Monday morning I fell away from my Mac with almost 300 primary connections.  I went and cleaned up, then baked three loaves of banana-nut bread, and took one (still hot) up to the crew at Jelly, a breakfast place just a few blocks from my pad.

Then back home, and back on my Mac to grab more connections.  LinkedIn admin slapped me down.  I had been a Naughty Boy; hadn't followed the rules (what rules??).  They assigned me a minder--er--mentor (probably to housebreak me--insert old joke about guys and instructions here).

Over the next few days, even though I didn't seek any more connections, my primary connections passed 460--and it keeps on growing ("It's alive!!!").  Who knew?  It was during this OCD episode that the plan sorta came together.  I was acquiring this network (with a lot of really dynamic people in it), and I would hit the road and blog and take pix and meet lots of interesting people.  Just before I take off, I'll message my entire network, and publish my blog address, and they can derive some measure of entertainment value from my "exploits" (read here pratfalls and blunders).  Might balance out having to put up with my inane questions.  Well, it's a work in progress...