This diary doesn't know whether it is a poems post or a diary of whims and witticisms which I crave to post. Well, then, there. The words will out in 2aughtfour, I am making a staunch effort right now, with my bravest face on, to proclaim, that even if I can't get a poem or two out today, then at least I'll work on archiving all the misapplied templates, and begin to move the site over to my own server. It has upset me that of all my sites, the Electric Poetry site is still on Homestead, even though I have my own server. As my original poems, I want them to be on my own server, and not Homestead's. So for the first few months of this year, my New Year's Resolution, will be to transfer the diary entries to this blog here, and to catalog the many unposted poems, even though, as I always complain about, I doubt that many people even come to read them.
Hogwash and horsepucky, I will post anyway. No need to keep the site up, if I don't work on it. No need at all. Who cares about all the old links. I will create a new site, hopefully get all worked up and creative, and spend more lively afternoons indoors.
Eh?
Talking to myself will take on new meanings, as I realize that all I'm doing is talking to myself anyway. Fifty years on.