Testing. . . Testing

This is the closest thing to a Halloween photo that I have.  It will have to suffice.  

I'm always confused by adults dressing up for Halloween, but I guess I shouldn't be.  If I think about it hard enough, it is really an adult ceremony, isn't it, witches and goblins and all?  Adult people used to believe and fear such things.  It isn't that much of a stretch to think about what Trump supporters believe in.  Did you see the way they dressed on January 6th?  

"The Pope was right--the earth is flat!  Burn the witches!!!!"

It was Stalin who said, "It's not who votes that counts, it's who counts the votes."

I think I'll try wearing a "normal adult" costume tonight.  

I am not in/of/on (pick your preposition) this world anymore.  Planet Earth.  I can't follow along so much.  I do not seem to be connected.  I spent yesterday at home again, still feeling the agonies of the vaccine flu.  But I felt OK sitting at the computer editing pictures and listening to music.  I did that for many, many hours.  Then, in the afternoon, I decided to take one batch of photos from the same wrestling match and put them into a sequence.  Then I made them into a video.  It was a bit of work, and I thought it looked pretty cool, so I sent it around to some friends.  I thought they might like it.  I got little response.  I sent it to the gymroids.  Crickets.  WTF?  It's a gift like shaving cologne or hair slickum.  It's a toaster at Christmas.  

Whatever.  I'm no good at social media, either.  My love of "the vernacular" look in photos is not everyone's.  People like slick advertising stuff.  Only a few geniuses get away with the other.  A lot of people used to come here to see the Lonesomeville stuff, but I don't have a clue if anyone comes to this blog anymore.  Stat counters don't work now.  It is all a mystery.  

But like some astronaut stranded and lost in space, I keep sending out signals hoping to reach someone.  It's one of the grand metaphors of our time.  

Space. . . the last frontier.  

I grew up watching nature shows, often about the boundlessness of the oceans.  Yea. . . so much for that.  My planet blew up and I can't go home.  I'll just have to watch what happens, a Stranger in a Strange Land.  

I'll keep trying.  Testing.  Testing.  Is this thing still on?