Darn Internet

This darn Internet has taken over my life.

I have re-connected with friends from 30 years ago. I messed around and put up a PROFILE on some "free" personals site, and now I have 135 women that winked at me. Of course you pay to see these gems of womanly beauty and that's the rub.

I don't like the idea of paying to meet someone. It just goes afoul of my old school hippy philosophy of free love. And all that. Hmm the spell check doesn't know about hippy as a word.

That's what I am talking about. This Internet thing doesn't appreciate it's own roots, among hippies that turned into yuppie white trash because they worked on computers. Years ago I met some hackers--by that I mean computer geeks, gurus and other deities in the Hacker domain.

I didn't understand much of what they told me but I knew by the smell, they  were good old Grateful Dead followers, and nothing says "hippies" more than the combination of "Smell" and the Dead in a sentence. These folks took baths, and would not mean to imply anything of the sort, but Deadheads have an ambiance that crosses between Patchouli incense and fresh pine cones.

Anyhow, I don't think any of the Hackers I met turned to Yuppie While Trash, but some did.

My mind is wandering. My Oh My it must have been the Roses.

Until I get an idea to write some more....