







I know, I like to joke that I am the head of a secret organization bent on conquering the world… (AKA ‘my blog’)… by the clever use of humor… but let’s make this official.
I am now running for the office of King Of The World.
Yes, I know, I am already the Ruler Of All The Known Universes… a position I won mostly due to low voter turnout… but seriously, if you put me in charge of this crazy planet, it doesn’t much matter which crazy person is in charge of which country… because I can simply overrule them.
Also, as you might know… or can easily find out by typing the word ‘rules’ in my search bar… I would be an awesome leader… I can make things better.
Trust me.
Vote early and vote often!!!

My wife is slammed at work… 16-hour days and stuff… and she is doing most of it from home… so whenever I go to my computer, that is pretty much what I see… I mean, obviously it looks much more like the back of her head than that… but…
Feel free to ‘occupy’ yourself by playing the story writing game in the post below… until I can get back to my old tricks.
I am going to write a short paragraph, just giving us our first character and a starting point. Then, I will let it sit here for a day or so. I want you… all of you… to write the next paragraph and move the story along. Just leave it as a comment.
Then, I will pick the one I like best and add it to mine… and repost it all as part two… and we will start the process over again.
I know, I have done this before… I tried it with a horror story, and a science fiction story… and we did some poems… and there was the time where I tried to get you all to tag-team write the world’s first Western/action/adventure/historical epic/science fiction/comedy Porno movie script… which may be one of those ideas that I didn’t really think through…
Come on, people, this can be fun… And we can all help pick a title as we see where the story starts to take us…
And now, here it is, the beginning of a fascinating experiment in group writing:
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My name is Rufus Jones, and today, I am being released into the wild… from the state-run orphanage. I have a backpack, but there isn’t a lot in it. A few changes of clothes, a couple used books, and the one thing that my mother left with me… on the sidewalk in front of a fire station when I was just a few days old… a raggedy blue stuffed rabbit. I am not too tall but I am not really short either. My hair is also neither short nor long, and is a rather nondescript brown in color. I mean, there really isn’t anything at all remotely unusual about me… except for the fact that I can sometimes tell what is going to happen before it does.

I am beginning to wonder if perhaps WordPress is a sinking ship… Are people going to other blog sites? We all know that many of our favorite bloggers have vanished for one reason or another. Are the annoying changes that WordPress keeps making driving them away, changes which seem to be aimed at making their paying customers happy at the expense of the rest of us… (or so I have to assume, because nobody I ever ask is happy with them)… or maybe people are getting burned out, and just giving up blogging altogether?
I am going to do a post later, a post that, while it will n0t offer any answers as to what has happened to our missing friends, will give supportive evidence that WordPress is not doing as well as it once was… either that, or I am not as good of a blogger as I was before… and that’s just crazy talk, right?

Honestly… I had no idea that blogging while under the influence of a head full of wild crack squirrels was against the law…