Regarding stamps

Meant to make this post ages ago.  To the one person who sent me stamps via mail and the two who made donations for the purpose of buying stamps, thank you, I got your letter/donations.

Through no fault of yours, and very much fault of mine, I missed the opportunity to fulfill silly and wasteful childhood dream, but it's a lot like meteor showers.  To people who pay attention I'm pretty sure the opportunities come in patterns that are easy to figure out and understand, to people like me they come and go like magic.  Much like the chorus of Alice's Restaurant I just have to wait for it to come around again on the guitar.

And when it does come around again I still won't have the ungodly number of stamps necessary to actually fulfill silly and wastefully childhood dream, but I'll be able to give it a much better shot than I would have had you not been gracious.

So thank you.

Also there was an exchange when this first came up:

Is said childhood dream private?

Good question. It's silly and wasteful. It's not something that a rational human being would admit to if they wanted to retain some sense of respect, self or otherwise.

But private? I'm not sure. I'll have to think on that. I'll get back to you, not sure when.

I've thought on that for a while, though I remembered it wrong, I thought the question was, "Is it a secret?"  And the best I've been able to come up with is: secret, not really but I'd like it to be a surprise when I announce having tried it.

I realize that, "It's not a secret, it's a surprise," is a line from a James Bond villain, so let me take a moment to say that the silly and wasteful childhood dream does not involve deploying a satellite with a giant reflective thingy and a central amplifier thingy that turns it into a death ray that can be used to clear a path through the mine fields so that North Korean troops can make war on the South.

So with that I'll just say, "Thank you for the stamps," and point out that unless I make an announcement saying otherwise, it is reasonable to think that I always want more stamps for whenever the opportunity to try out silly and wasteful childhood dream comes around again.

And at the moment I'm thinking, "How many things in the word are 18 minutes and 20 seconds long?" which has nothing to do with stamps or childhood dream, but does have to do with coming around again on the guitar.