As usual it has been a privilege and an honor to have The United States of America, Republic of Korea, Netherlands, Canada, Russian Federation, Germany, Ireland, Argentina, Brazil, Australia, Myanmar, Spain, Pakistan, United Kingdom and Bangladesh as part of my international community of viewers for the past thirty days.
Every month viewers from different parts of our beautiful planet Earth come and visit this humble blog, and I really don’t know if it is by accident, by mistake, or by being used to the out-of-my-head-entertainment that attracts so many of you. Thanks God for that rectangular button that allows a lot of us to translate my blah, blah, blah.
This opportunity to entertain, distract, amuse, shock, and sometimes I know some of you scratch your heads, as if saying “what in the world is she talking about now?” is what keeps me from committing boredom suicide. What is boredom suicide? I don’t know, I just made that one up.
At least, and I hope this is true, at least, I try to be intelligent in my train of thought. I don’t know about the grammar. And frankly, I don’t give a hoot. The last thing when I am on my death-bed that I am going to be thinking about is if I misspelled, misstensed or totally polluted the English grammar laws. I am sure the English grammar police is going to be nowhere to be found. Did I incur something out of sequence just now? You be the judge.
I am on my fifth language now and sometimes my neurons ask and beg for mercy to leave them alone just aging as they should be doing and taking it easy at this stage of their game…but no, no and no again…I am going down hustling those neurons until there is not a molecule of oxygen going into my brain.
There you have it for today, a bunch of words about you, you, and hey, you.
“I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.” William Shakespeare, English poet and playwright. 26 April 1564 – 23 April, 1616.