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Hmmmm… I feel shy all of a sudden! Here’s my new blog. As you can see it’s very simple. No bells or whistles, photos or videos. That might be in the future. But I was anxious that it be user-friendly, especially in the Reply section, so all you guys are able to edit your replies as you want.
I won’t really be open for business until April 1st. We–oh, please, it’s all B– are still fine-tuning.
I’m terribly unsure. But I suppose if ever I feel sure, that’s the time to stop trying to feel sure. I have a sense that with too much confidence I’d turn into…Caligua. Really.
But until I begin a bloody rampage through cyberspace, I’m still Mr. Wow. I can’t wind up this little intro with a definition of Mr.Wow because I have never known who he is.
Maybe this new venture will help. Oh, and within a few days I will have all my old WoW archives stored here. Most of them, anyway.
P.S. I know that there is an ABOUT section on this site, where I’m supposed to tell you all about myself. Many of you already know a great deal about me. The ABOUT box confuses me. So for anybody coming here who doesn’t know me, I’m going to tell you all I can and probably more than you care to know, but I’m going to tell it on this page.
They call me Mr.Wow.
I’m 59 years old.
I’ve had a boyfriend (sorry, I prefer that term to “partner or “lover”) for 36 years. He answers to B.
I’ve worked in the entertainment business for 30 years. I’ve met a lot of famous people. I’ve traveled. You wouldn’t know my name.
I am currently facing my final paycheck.
I left school when I was 15 years old. I left home when I was 15 years old.
My mother died more than twenty years ago. I never knew my father. I have no siblings.
I’ve seen a great deal.
I have been very ill, in my time–13 years ago– but I recovered. (And will remain recovered as long as I take my meds.)
I have been very depressed and I have not recovered. (No amount of meds or therapy ever helped that.)
I’ve been a heavy drinker. Not as much now, but still too much. I’ve never smoked cigarettes, tried cocaine or heroin. But I did grow up in the Sixties. Not all drugs are foreign to me.
I have a few close friends. They all share qualities of tremendous patience.
I don’t own a cell phone.
I am not on Facebook.
I don’ tweet.
I grew up loving movies and movie stars. Even (especially!) stars from an earlier time. Especially women.
I’m liberal but attempt to look at all sides of a situation. Except when I’m correct.
I disapprove of myself most of the time.
I love to read. Mostly non-fiction, history and biography; these give me a sense of myself outside myself. Because I am always thinking too much about myself–usually, what a terrible person I am.
I still sob uncontrollably when the boy has to shoot his deer in “The Yearling.”
I adore Marilyn and Liz. (If you need last names this is not the place for you!)
I’m selfish and childish. But I can be giving and wise sometimes. Not often enough.
When I am at my best I can charm the bees from the proverbial tree. When I am at my worst my vibe can bring down an entire room. Or a small state.
I realize that all my problems, as an adult, have been my own doing. I am human enough to be bitter now and then, blaming others.
And now I have this outlet, which will live or die depending on my input alone. Only I can discipline and motivate myself enough to make this mean something. Discipline, motivation–I have a hard enough time spelling them! We’ll see.
Again, with love–