Who Else Got “LICENCE TO KILL” On The Blu-ray, On Good Ole Xmas Eve?! HA!! I WIN!!!

My Copy Of "Licence To Kill" (1989)

Timothy Dalton was James Bond 007 in 1989‘s Licence To Kill!!!


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(((I WIN XMAS EVE!!)))



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“DAMMIT.”: Again :(


I Had Another Of Those Moments.

Except, This One Is Of A Different Nature.

Same Result, Though.




…I Decided To Go For A Walk.

It’s The First Time I’ve Attempted A Lengthy Walk-About Since My Latest Medical Scare.

It Started-Off Well Enough.

I Was Moving.

My Left Leg Was A Bit Gimpy, But It Was Functioning.

So I Pressed-On.

I Was Jamming To Some Excellent Tunage.

It’s Pretty Brisk Outside, But It Felt Wonderful To Be Out-&-About.



The Bottom Kinda Fell Out Of The Whole Experience.

My Left Leg Gave-Out…



I Damn Near Fell Flat On My Face.

Thank Jeebus I Wasn’t Around A Bundle Of People, Or I Would Have Felt A Tinge Of Embarrassment.

There Was NOTHING Funny About It.

I Was About 6-Blocks From My Home.


So, I Had To Drag My Leg Back To The House.

It Was NOT Fun.




Granted, I Could Have Called For A Ride Back To My Place.

But, I Didn’t.

I Decided To Fight My Body And Make A Go Of It.

And I DID Make It Home.

I Was Exhausted.

Worn To A Frazzle.

But I DID Make It.

And Now, Here I Am Talking To Y’all.




Now, I’m Unsure Of What To Do.

I Have A Lot I Want To Accomplish, But Don’t Have Much Energy Left In Ye Ole Tank.

So, I Do Believe It’s Time For A Rest.

I Feel Like That’s All I’ve Been Doing, Though.

Resting Gets Pretty Frickin’ Frackin’ BORING.

I Don’t Really Get Bored That Often.

I Can Generally Find Something To Do.

I’m Pretty Resourceful.

Just Not Today.

Not. At. All.

That’s Probably Why I’m Posting This.

I Needed To Flex The Ole Chops AND Find Something Constructive To Do.

I Figure This Counts.

It Does…




So... Are YOU Jivin Me -questionmark-

“DAMMIT.”: Just A Quickie ;)

I Sat Down To Write And That’s The First Thing That Came Out.


Kinda Says It All Sometimes, Doesn’t It?

It’s Actually A Rather Brilliant Word, Encompassing A Very Broad Swath Of Human Existence.

I Just Don’t Know How Wonderful It Is To Honestly Want To Write And All You Can Think Of To Say Is


So What Is It?

What’s Holding Me Back?

Why Am I Not Making Quality Progress?


I Spend Time Writing Things Like This.

This Interests Me.


It Interests Me More.

More Than My Other Projects.

At Least, At This Moment.

That Really Doesn’t Feel Like A Great Sign In Regard To Said Other Projects.

If I’M Disinterested In My Work, How Are Other Peeps Going To Respond?



So... Are YOU Jivin Me -questionmark-😦

Holy Hell I’m Tired… …But I Want To Write.

The Days Continue To Seem Longer And Longer.

I Can’t Sleep.

I Can’t Properly Express Myself.

In Day To Day Life, My People Skills Are Failing…

…Though I Never Really Had Any To Begin With.

I Can Talk Myself A Blue Streak, But I Just Don’t Seem To Make Sense.

Nor Do I Honestly Ever, The Bulk Of The Time.

I Continue To Flounder In An Endless Circle.

I Simply Don’t Understand Myself A Lot Of The Time.

Why Must I Just Tinker And Putter With Things I Find Important?

I Want To Write.

Write Like I Used To.

Like I Liked To.

Reckless-Abandoned In Full-Force-Mode.

The Rest Be Damned, Ya Know?!

I’m Just Thinking Toooo Much.

Therefore, I Feel Like I Accomplish Very Little.

It Just Doesn’t Look Right.

It Just Doesn’t Feel Right.

When I Read Things Aloud, They Just Don’t Say What I’m Wanting It To Really Say.

Like Really REALLY Say.


…I’m Going To Re-Start Something That I Used To Do Constantly.

I’m Going To Start Keeping A Journal Again.

I Feel I Must.

When You Can’t Stop Thinking, You Eventually Realize That’s No Way To Think At All, Fo SHO.

Everything Gets Muddled.

You Have To Just Put It ALL Down.

Pen To Paper.

If I Don’t…



…I Don’t Know.

So, What Do I Know?

I Do Know I’ll Never Say Everything Exactly Right.

I Do Know Most Things Lose Something With Repeats.

I Do Know STAR TREK: DEEP SPACE NINE Is Honestly The Superior TREK Series, Though STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION Will Always Be My Favorite.

I Do Know At One Point I Wanted To Have BURT REYNOLDS Baby.

I Do Know I’m A Total Hack At Most Things In Life.

What Else Do I Know?!

In The Words Of Mr. GROUCHO MARX

“…And East Is East, And West Is West, And If You Take Cranberries And Stew Them Like Applesauce It Tastes Much More Like Prunes Than Rhubarb Does…”

Everybody Got That?!?


‘Cause I Sure As Shit Don’t!!!

I Just Want To Write.

And Now…

…As I Sit Here, Writing In The Dark…

…I’ve Just Written Myself Into Another Circle.