search me

so i google myself often. been doing it since 04, to see some stuff and to know what others would see ever since i got all paranoid after reading news stories about potential employers searching prospective employees online...and that other thing that happened ('member, im crazy!?!).

so, something new has caught my eye.

there is a retired shipman living with his life partner and three cats in tennessee penning poems and small fiction that have been published. his name is my name. coincidentally, we have both been "copywriting" under our names. though i tend to use the longer version of my first name. anyway. should i clarify? no.

but i will.

i dont think i would ever describe a room or anything else, for that matter, as "oozing" unless it was a terrible wound (and even then i would scour a thesaurus in search of something more ridiculous sounding).
also,
i am not a retired shipman. i do not live in tenessee (though eastern tennessee has a terrific smile). and i do not have three cats.
also,
ive frequently thought i may have been related to earnest hemingway because i am balding rapidly. after swooning, i realize i do not like guns and this cannot be so. however, i am now of sound mind and body that i would not write an untrue piece surrounded by the OOZING aura of a dead literary giant nor shall i use said giants name in a title (pun).

side bar, counselor:
i dont think that made any sense.

now, go google yourself and tell me what happens. and where would i be without google anyway? ill tell you. id be back at stupid old yahoo. wait, i still go there. nevermind.

i am going to show this new discovery to my life partner. she will love it.

and - as if youre on pins and needles, pining for an update as to my 'goings on', ill do all that later. dont tell no one though, but, i think, i think, i may be real close to something someone called happy. but i dont know.