More crap

More crap Nonsense speaks volumes when properly appropriated from the bowels of fear and disillusionment, never quelled, rarely hampered by progress. My diatribe salutes the macabre textile of ridiculous segue bent on skewering the truth and flinging its carcass upon the coals of humor, avoidance.
      The point is followed by the body of the sword. I ride upon the shaft of the arrow, a passenger only, bereft of sight forward, saddled blind, a soldier of panic on a joyless journey into cobalt eternity.
      On the other hand,  I might just be a guy in a wheelchair with too much time on his eyes.

At old games of nonsense

Another week goes by and still the eyegaze technology seems to have determined itself to destroy any progress I might have made in mastering the art of communication through eyeball fixation. This development is none too helpful when I am limited such as my situation dictates. The exceedingly frustrating manner of my limitation simply puts me on par with a limbless gazelle being chased by Teddy Roosevelt in the outback of the Serengeti. I have devolved into a lower life form through the effects of technological failure, but I will emerge semi intact, proving evolution along the way, evident merely by my accompishment.
      Speaking of evolution, not necessarily Darwinian, the processes of thought adapt or fail to adapt in unison with my ability or lack thereof to digest the realities engulfing me, day by day, a maw at the ready to devour all that remains of my function, a typical evolution, blind as form dictates, affectation influenced only by my efforts and successes at influencing a segue of permanent conduit.
     I have waxed philosophical many times but I am no philosopher. I have touched on religion but I am no theologian. I have spoken of spirituality but I am no spiritualist. I have talked about death but obviously I'm ignorant. What, exactly, am I driving at? Hell, I don't know, I'm as clueless as everybody else. Everything in life is a guessing game, which makes my guess as good as yours, I guess.
    I'd say "in conclusion", but it sounds too "concluded", so I'll simply "not conclude" and leave y'all hangin' while I prepare for my Peoria trip. Bye for the time bein' an tanks fer playcatin' me wit yer attendncin' me writin'.

Sorry, so sorry

This eye thing is really driving me nuts! I believe the cause to be a problem with my right eye. I have issues involving its function; it is becoming lazy, slow to open and heavy lidded, sometimes difficult to open at all. Add to that my proclivity toward grammatical accuracy and the problem is further exacerbated. In due time I will find a way around the problem or simply move on to the more advanced PCI, providing the funding comes through for the device. Meanwhile, I count the days to our Peoria trip, incidentally a stopping off segue on our trip to Cleveland, where we have appointments with Dr. Nemeh, a gentleman who has already helped me through two Skype appointments and of course a visit to the Rock and Roll hall of fame!
     Since starting this post my right eye has devolved into an orb of primordial stew, simmering, drooling down my cheek and curving dangerously near my lips. I gotta go before I taste the carrot like residual slime of putrefied optical snot.

Working on it

Until I get my eyes under control my posts will be painfully short.

A slight return

I cannot seem to find the focus to write using my eyegaze. I can't easily choose letters. I must figure it out.
      Briefly, we will be visiting Peoria in early August to reconnect with friends and family and to see Nick and Paige at Tower Park. They play at 9pm on Friday, August 2nd and Nick plays at 9pm on Saturday. Before they play we can talk (well, not me, but I can listen) but come 9pm we want to be absorbed in their music as we now so rarely see them these days. Forgive me when I cannot communicate much. Be secure knowing I'm glad to see you.

HEY!!!

Where have I been? What's going on? Where am I? I'm lost! I'm off the reservation! My mind is rye toast. I need to be found. I will be back if you find me, yes.

Holy Cow!

Friday will mark the completion of the second year of my writing this blog. SHIT! I'm not dead!!!