that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.


proceed with caution

I am getting bitter about blogging. There is no action, not response, no feedback, no pressure, no drive, no ambition, no ideas, no insults, no raging excitement. Where have you all gone? My blog registers over 100 hits per day… and I hear no peep from anyone. Are you passive aggressively desiring a Kate-hiatus? Because I will. I will ‘go off the air’ so to speak. I will write more, if that’s what you want. I will tell you about my day rather than write about my thoughts. I will take photos of myself in my chair at work, if that will make you sleep better at night. I will re vamp, renovate, restructure, and even delete this thing if that’s what it takes. Consider this a cry for attention. Not really, but has blogging become a lost and dated art already?

Or have I peaked and I should go out while the tide is high?

The obituary might as well read

that perfect hand fought the good fight but when its author was feeling neglected through silence, it just became a battle the poor thing could not win”

Please, don’t make me a statistic. I want to survive… is that what you want?

(Like I said, 100 hits/day and not a peep. Consider this my tipping point… I want to know that there is a point to all of this. Otherwise I am going to play squash or something)Picture 79