Something weird just happened, but before you start to question whether I made love to a scarecrow or anything lewd like that - this is not one of those disturbed experiences I've had.
This was out of the ordinary, even supernatural if you will.
As you know, our friend +Greg Newholm
passed away a few weeks ago, this coincided with Google permanently deleting my old account.
I have no method of appealing this nor can I view any
of my old posts.
Now for part from the Twilight Zone:
Last night I typed Greg's name into Google's webpage, as I scrolled down, I noticed Greg mentioning my name on one of his posts. Of course I clicked on it immediately.
Stranger than fiction, I was able to see my old posts, I could click on them and read all comments, apart from my own which were disgustingly deleted, but mightily humorous of course.
I went off to eat my lunch, however, on my return, the pages had gone, and I'll never see them again.
For this moment though, I truly felt this was Greg doing. He was giving me one last send off before Arnya called the bastard in for his tea.
You may call it a glitch, some may say I made the whole thing up, and because my relatives from Bethlehem were visiting - I couldn't masturbate. But for those that know me, you'll confirm this never stopped me in the past.
No. This was a supernatural event, rather like the film Transcendence, though with less Jewish actors.
Thanks Greg, I'll see you soon...