Hello all...guess what now ?

Why, my dear readers...what in the world; now, I cannot access any of the personal, or bio information that I labored long and hard at.  Where has it gone?  Klingon Space?  Next door ? The 'Pilars Of Hercules' ?  And...can it be retrieved so I won't have to write it all down again ?
Being temperamental ( ninety percent temper, and ten percent mental ), I chafe at the thought of having to again begin at the beginning, as I was s-o-o-o-o clever, butter wouldn't melt in my exposition.
Granted, many blogs are edifying and educational; some--like mine--are strictly ego and desperation both in thought, and in content, but then...aren't they both the same ?
Everyone has--or should have--a life, filled chock-a-block with children, spouses, mortgages, debts, pets, and 'forgets', dinner times and bedtimes, utility bills, and jobs which slowly strangle the soul and paralyze the mind, for ****wages, lousy health care, and no benefits.  It is--in fine--the 'American Way'.
Add to that stultifyingly mindless programs on TeeVee, reprehensible relatives, lunatic neighbors, a Legislature that has always lined their own pockets and interests, quite contrary, Mary, with no regard for the common weal.
For those who have to work ( think indentured servitude rather than career ), and purchase food and gasoline, whatever are they to do for 'fun', or has that word gone out of the English language ?  Dining out means sitting at a picnic table in your backyard.  And movies have of late seemed to become just 'odd'.
What is left, when both parents and children sit in grumpy silence at the dinner table; secretly, I think they loath each other, covered with a fine veneer of love, because--dammit--you're supposed to love each other.  That's what Hallmark cards say, and, who can argue with them ?
That leaves the computer, with all its Hydra heads of locked-out sites so the kiddies can't look at porn ( though the parents can ).  Hours of after school homework with 'spell check', so the teachers can read it.
I did forget most egregiously to mention the cell phone, which, while it can serve a useful purpose, just makes one too available..no mystery here.  Perhaps I shall speak upon that subject another time.
Meanwhile, I have problems of my own.
Are my entries overlong? You betcha.  If you cannot bear to scroll down to the next page ( or two ), lighten up on the caffeine ( do you hear that, Starbucks ?), and/or seek sedation.  Besides...wait until you see my poetry, or other expositions, or, play-lets, only the brave deserve the fair.  Call it a caveat, if you will; I do not whistle as I walk by a graveyard.  I scare myself aplenty whenever I make a mistake, and look at myself in any mirror.  If that sight doesn't scare children and make dogs bark, nothing will.
If anyone out there can find this dratted blog--and--read it, please let me know.
Only, please be gentle as I bruise as does the peach.  Though it is--in the most possible, far outist, abstract concept--still a 'free' country.  Or, should I start learning to speak Chinese ?
Regards to all. Please rest easy and well; today is another day already.  Thanks, Charles