Quit before a million? No!!!!!!!!!!

I deleted this blog as a sort of self-punishment, a suicide I could actually complete, a last flex of my muscle of ultimate control.  I then looked at the upsides of not having this crap on the globular clusterweb:

(1) If I try to get a job, I can manage what they know about me better if my underwear isn’t showing.

(2) No chance of children being embarrassed if I can’t be found online.

(3) Easier to avoid spending time in court?

My rebuttal is that I don’t want to be able to get a job where they wouldn’t want me working there.  Does that make sense?  I thank God that I’m in a position where I can risk that.  Frankly, if it comes down to not having enough to eat, then I can surely bring home bacon from some place that doesn’t care about my blog.

I blog because blogging is fun.

Control is something I actually try to avoid except when driving.

I am engaged to be married.

I am still married.

I need to live here for six months so that I can file for divorce here.  I suppose my current wife could file for divorce where she has been living, but I don’t see any reason to rush or hassle Niki.   I don’t have health insurance (I guess I owe the United States a penalty on that).

Um. 

What else?

Joshua here is just 3 days older than Joshua there.  I love you both.  You both wear glasses.  You both probably like computers.

Court?  Yes, I will make good on that debt when I have a good way to do that.  I do not have any assets that could be used to satisfy you.  Pray that our pets watch over us and that their healthcare providers vote for a better way to evaluate their finances and that yours truly overflows with moxy and vinegar and spit and stuff; and that the windfall shall settle all debts.  

It doesn’t seem as though whatever we have around here would need for itself to be named because there would be no need for competition because it would be everything.  The whole idea of competition is so human — it’s modeling, or projecting, our needs into the sky — My god can beat up your god.  In this fashion, you fly your god on a pole, like a flag.

Oh, wow.  I think I’ve done enough business here for today.