I think people who live and breathe the news and politics 24/7 either have nerves of steels, or they got some problems.
There’s only so much I can take of the news before my eyes start to bleed over and I start seeing visions of angry looking leprechauns stealing my iPod and then setting my room on fire with dragon’s breath to assure their escape. Trust me, having these kinds of hallucinations is not a good place to be.
That’s why my blog will rarely be news oriented, but also because, well, it’s just so monotonous too. Oh the monotony of it all! Seriously, when you hit Drudge or anything else these days the news could always be summed up in three words: The world SUCKS. And I suspect that would pretty much cover the news for tomorrow too.
But without the news and politics, I don’t have the writing fodder that others take for granted for their politically charged blogs. So I have to find other sources of inspiration, which usually defaults to what’s been happening in my life lately.
Except that… my life could bore a snail to death. I just eat, sleep, wake up, yawn, go to work, then eat and sleep while I’m at work, then come home and eat and sleep some more. Even my dreams are boring, which for some odd reason lately has me doing exactly what I’ve been doing in real life: eat, sleep, work, sleep, eat, although not necessarily in that order.
I think I need a vacation. I’m obviously working too much.
I did however make a pact with myself, that I would blog at least 5 times a week (Monday to Friday) just so I could keep feeding the Google matrix with my fascinatingly witty repertoire. They say if you do this often and long enough the traffic will eventually come, and along with it, fame, money, babes, and lots of cupcakes (I’d settle for the cupcakes.) But because the mind is like a muscle too, writing on a regular basis would help improve the flow of thoughts as they travel from my bodaciously sexy brain to my smooth and delicate fingers. It also means though that I’m probably going to write some ridiculously stupid things on here, so you’ll have to forgive me if reading my content results in the loss of a few IQ points on your end.
Still, I need to write. I’m always letting my blog languish simply because I don’t have anything going in my life, but I feel determined to just keep at it until it becomes second nature to me, and I’m able to weave an epic, riveting story even out of something as mundane as picking at a hangnail. :-D
So what do y’all think? Would you find yourself at the edge of your seats waiting to see what becomes of my hangnail?
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To admit that I would sit on the edge of my seat waiting for your daily (but for weekends off) diatribe of the non-events in your life would be to admit that I myself have no life and choose to live vicariously through others–namely you. Who equally is living a noneventful life. Therefore I shall not admit to anything of the sort. Not even if Obama insisted on it and threatened to report me to the Homeland Security Agency! But write, keep on writing, its a necessary thing in this age of no communication in any form. Write and know that your words shall impact someone’s life, even if it is your own.
Ah yes, I would see why it would not be prudent to admit such a thing, I understand perfectly… (wink, wink, nudge, nudge)
:-D
It depends on how you tell the story. An insightfully witty turn of phrase is always worth reading. I doubt you will match my husband for sheer deadpan humor, but you are funny.
If you check my favorite quotes section, you will two of the ones that made my son and I laugh and laugh. Unforetunately, a lot of the delivery can’t be conveyed in writing.
I seem to do a good enough job of projecting my humorous side on here, though sometimes my brain just lets one rip and my words get lost in a sea of redundancy and inanity.