Happy New Year 2024 to all of my faithful readers! You know, I only read over the Holidays that there are really people like you who have read my musings regularly, lo these many years. For that, I apologize for being so saliently silent in recent months and humbly Thank youz. Sometimes, a “writer” gets tired of posting his or her writings, I think. Juxtapose that with the original encouragement to “blog” was that I would “make money” doing so (not a damned penny since 2009, which I may repeat again in this one) and you have the answer to my words of silence.

First I want to address this: let’s get rid of uneducated conspiracy theory-based nonsense posts on #socialmedia early in this year 2024.  If unsure, we encourage those not “in the know” to go back to school and take some classes, or to the library and check out some books to read or/and if you are illiterate, take a reading course so you can coach yourself UP educationally on the facts of our past, present and possible futures.

Secondly, IMO, if so-many babies hadn’t made babies for the past three or four decades and more families had both and at least an high school diploma educated father AND mother under the same roof, then #misinformation of the kind prevalent online these days wouldn’t have had a chance to take a foothold among intelligent popular culture!  There is still time to reverse that trend and the time has come in this leap year, 2024. 

To take it home, let us (pray and) jump right into to some of my recent spontaneity, which has annoyed or at least bothered me a bit on some nights when I am just trying to fall asleep late in 2023 and hereafter…

People are becoming less communicative, in the traditional sense and this is due to the internet, for sure.  I loved to still write Christmas cards this season and mail to my select group of “VIP” acquaintances and friends.  I do so without any requirement that they respond in-kind – or at all. 

  It’s a family tradition passed into me by my mother. yes, I did receive some cards in-return.

And speaking of communication…

I’ve also become slightly weary of all the “passwords” I am required to remember, even when I am on a helpful site like that of my attorney, doctor or another friendly one created for romance recently needed.  Is it just me, guys, but it makes surmise, because last time I kept track, I only used three passwords for less than ten (10) sites for many years since 2000.  Now, it seems that number has exploded! 

Sure, I dig typing on the computer, but I still print what I write, so as to professionally proofread (and write corrections on it in red pen like my teachers would) before finalizing my “wordcasts” by pressing “save”. 

I am SO pissed off at having to put all these goddam Passwords into everything I do online now.

What I suspect is that now many of the places I used to innocently use as social media (which I am very tired of now) and other innocuous sites I used to promote my books or other creative endeavors, now have caught the paranoia bug, i.e. “protect yourselves from hackers, et al!” and just built in that wall against their initial users, once-again catching dolphins in the shark net.  It is very annoyingly sad!  I bet many of you, my readers feel similarly!  What are we to do about it.  Nobody needs more headaches in life, and surely not more of those from the virtual side of our lives.  My impression is to strongly maintain the “analog” (traditional) ways of your life, while using the digital (virtual) side as sparingly as you can for as long as you live!

Now for some fun “Sexual Healing” (props to the late Marvin Gaye!).

Often… the term “suck my dick” comes to my mind.  Why?  Because it is the first sexual term that I ever heard in grade school! Or…maybe I don’t ‘get enough’…

I remember coming home from school that day – Junior High 216, Queens, I think – and asking my parents what it meant, as I was eating my dinner in the dining room and how they looked at one another quizzically.  That must have been when, in the days that soon followed, I found a stack of books on the table about puberty, etc when I came home from school, lol  I guess Dad wasn’t up to giving me the “birds and bees” talk.  Asking my mom why he didn’t, decades later, her reply was “Well, he didn’t know!”  To that then I said, “When how did I get here??” Like a reverse Art Linkletter book I’d update to read, “Parents Say The Dardenst Things.” During my Nashville, Tennessee days as a gentleman’s club DJ, working the “day shift”, one of the lovely dancers befriended me and sometimes she would express her frustrations by saying, in her fun and southern twangy way, “Well suck my DICK!”  To which I’d reply, “Really?  You got one of those??”   Of course, she did not, it was a hilarious exchange between co-workers and just another means of appropriate spontaneous expression!

“SMD” is better than “I’ll be damned” IMO, because I don’t want to be damned (or darned) …but I could use a good blow job from time-to time!

Even ladies I meet while socializing, do not hit me back when I give them my biz card. I learned from a female friend of many years that it is “pretentious” to give a woman I meet my card unless we’d been talking business. In my mind, was the business of getting her back to my fabulous house for “the tour of my music library”. 

I now believe they (women I meet) are more likely to do so, if you let them offer to/ask them to use the damned smartphone to share numbers, and that is really differently incredible to me! ‘Makes me feel like a oldster for the first time, and it just happened on this past New Year’s Eve night!  That is where I messed-up, I guessed-up, with a gorgeous, tall lady in a tight black mini-skirt dress named (I think) Chris or Christine (I challenge you to remember a new name immediately).  Its strange with my silly at times, romantic mind, that I cannot come up with more interesting one-liners in the heat of meeting passion, outside of the walls of my home. Yes, still sometimes shy, after all of these years.

*Last Call!” Our stars who we grew up loving are noticeably dying off.  Not talking about those who went too soon like Prince or Michael Jackson, but premature deaths of the seemingly healthy in my generation like my beloved Irene Cara or Suzanne Somers, who were not in their eighties or beyond. Yikes! I surmise that, in-reality it is all about our inherited genes regarding longevity.  ‘Til next time, take good care and “keep on Keepin’ ON!”