Ho (sigh) Hum
Tell you what, friends and neighbors, I am BORED.
Actually, no, that's not true. But it was an emphatic opening statement.
Rather, and perhaps more unfortunate, I am boring (note the lack of capitalization.) Why? Because I can't think of a blessed thing going on around me that you would want to read about. True, I'm assuming (probably incorrectly so) that I know what you like to read, and further true, maybe I'm making this whole argument up. Maybe, in my never ending quest to find reasons to be self-loathing, I convince myself that I'm boring when all I really am is BLOCKED (note the capitalization.) Really. I could write about anything from the weather to my workplace and you'd be interested if I wrote it properly. Maybe I'm just stuck for a way to write it? Eh... No.... Weather is boring (it's raining outside right now), and work is much the same. I did server maintenance today and hooked up a DVD drive. See?
I've been suffering from this problem for days, as you know doubt have noticed by the lack of posts. I returned to work from a week long vacation to find.... nothing much. Because half of my co-workers were on vacation at the same time very few problems popped up. So, rather thankfully, I have not had to run around like the proverbial chicken sans head. Unfortunately however, that gives me precious little to pass on to you.
Oh, there are scandals and gossip aplenty, let me tell you. I could use this space to go on a rampage, talking about people that irritate me, and things I feel are stupid. And no, I'm not quite sure I'm above all that, but lots of the people involved in all those things read this blog - and much to everyone's chagrin I'm not about to publicly bash anyone here. No no, I'm too spiritual for all that. Heh. Restraint of pen it is. (And no - you can't privately e-mail me looking for the juicy bits... The giblets, as it were, if you feel like sticking with the chicken motif.)
But now I'm just babbling without restraint, desperately trying to find some cohesive thread I can pull and sew this post together with. Really, I just wanted to check in and let you know I was still alive. Truth is I'm not bored. I'm quite content actually. Things are pretty nifty, if uneventful, in Ericland. But stay tuned. Sooner or later, something is bound to slap me back into shape, and, with any luck, I'll figure out a way to write about it. Toodles.
Actually, no, that's not true. But it was an emphatic opening statement.
Rather, and perhaps more unfortunate, I am boring (note the lack of capitalization.) Why? Because I can't think of a blessed thing going on around me that you would want to read about. True, I'm assuming (probably incorrectly so) that I know what you like to read, and further true, maybe I'm making this whole argument up. Maybe, in my never ending quest to find reasons to be self-loathing, I convince myself that I'm boring when all I really am is BLOCKED (note the capitalization.) Really. I could write about anything from the weather to my workplace and you'd be interested if I wrote it properly. Maybe I'm just stuck for a way to write it? Eh... No.... Weather is boring (it's raining outside right now), and work is much the same. I did server maintenance today and hooked up a DVD drive. See?
I've been suffering from this problem for days, as you know doubt have noticed by the lack of posts. I returned to work from a week long vacation to find.... nothing much. Because half of my co-workers were on vacation at the same time very few problems popped up. So, rather thankfully, I have not had to run around like the proverbial chicken sans head. Unfortunately however, that gives me precious little to pass on to you.
Oh, there are scandals and gossip aplenty, let me tell you. I could use this space to go on a rampage, talking about people that irritate me, and things I feel are stupid. And no, I'm not quite sure I'm above all that, but lots of the people involved in all those things read this blog - and much to everyone's chagrin I'm not about to publicly bash anyone here. No no, I'm too spiritual for all that. Heh. Restraint of pen it is. (And no - you can't privately e-mail me looking for the juicy bits... The giblets, as it were, if you feel like sticking with the chicken motif.)
But now I'm just babbling without restraint, desperately trying to find some cohesive thread I can pull and sew this post together with. Really, I just wanted to check in and let you know I was still alive. Truth is I'm not bored. I'm quite content actually. Things are pretty nifty, if uneventful, in Ericland. But stay tuned. Sooner or later, something is bound to slap me back into shape, and, with any luck, I'll figure out a way to write about it. Toodles.
posted by Eric at 4:24 PM
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Much more fun killing monsters than reading about how u have nothing to say! ;p
Well -at least now we know the identity of Mr. Who...
A little clarification, folks. The unconscionably rude Mr. Who has previously posted comments under the moniker, "Your favorite cousin Brian." Apparently, just being "Brian" isn't enough for him... but anyway the killing of monsters that he mentions is in reference to a video game that I've gotten rather addicted to in recent weeks. It is Brian who is almost completely responsible for introducing this game into my life, as well as helping me scurry down the twisting path of addiction to it.
Does said game get in the way of my writing blog posts? No, of course not. At the moment I have nothing to say, video game or no video game. I just thought I'd mention that in addition to being a self-righteous prick at times, Brian is, for all intents and purposes, a drug pusher. Oh, but he's still my "favorite cousin."
I'm telling your mother you were mean to me!
Funny how all the assholes in your life are named Brian.
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