The Lady that you can blame for inflicting The Rabbit Journal (and redeckin) on the cyberworld has passed

Karma was my first, and dearest cyber friend that I mentioned in several posts and stories. We had looooong conversations that I looked forward to during some difficult times in my life. She was a joy that will be missed
Like most things that I write for entertainment, there is a kernel of truth. In this case, it was completely true

Blame it on Karma

Sometimes you see comments left by "Karma". She is my oldest and best friend on the net. She is also a tart who picked up this poor defenseless Alabama boy, who still smelled like bubble wrap from his new computer, when he naively wandered into a chatroom one lonely Saturday night.

I was no match for her wily North Carolina ways or the way her nails tapped seductively on the keys. By the next morning, she already had downloaded ICQ into a, do I dare say, virginal, processor over my faint protestations.

It was like a drug. I had to have more and more computer time. I downloaded. I uploaded. I cut. I pasted. And I processed till my machine no longer had the power that I needed nor the speed I craved. Mo power. Mo speed. They were my only desires. They were the "monkey on my back".

So I upgraded and to ease my bleary pixilated eyes, I got a 19 inch monitor.
Then...., then..., I discovered blogging. At last, Freedom to go with my needs. Free to vent. Free to rage. Free to.....
blame Karma for starting this whole mess.

That and the coffee
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