Ya know, this blogging thing is a bit of a catharsis.
It allows the ranch hand to vent, range ethereal, and blather with the mindless zombiness of intellectual vacuum.
That last part is likely my personal space.
If ya read my semi-daily dribble once, bless ya, and know that you have my everlasting apology.
If ya read this cyberspacial spittle more than once, you are on your own with no apologies.
It ain't Nobel and it ain't often intelligible so just suffer with me.
Yours Truly,
The Tin Star Ranch Hand Himself
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