Wow, am I having a long run of writer’s block.
The problem with writing a blog on any sort of regular basis is that it involves finding subjects that not only are interesting to you as a person, but to your audience as readers of your blog. To avoid any sort of "snore factor", you must engage the part of your reader’s mind that usually keeps it locked onto the dancing picture box in the living room. Without posting articles about celebrities getting nude, drunk, laid, or all three and without highbrowing it by talking about such subjects as boring political matters, fiscal policy, or why home mortgage refinancings are up — well, you have a limited amount of "standard" material to work from.
I’ve lost you, haven’t I. *shakes* Wake up, dammit.
Angelina Jolie incestual relationship with Britney Spears shaving anorexia from Brad Pitt’s low mortgage rate while sleeping with your ex-wife’s sister!
There. Now I have your attention. (a great part of me wonders if that will garner more Google hits? Hrm….)
I spent a few hours last night either tossing bales of hay from a rack into a barn or hauling bales across a barn floor to be stacked. Prior to that, I spent a good half an hour following a set of hay racks on the highway with my flashers going to prevent any accidents or anything. Do you know how utterly boring it is to be coasting along at 20mph for a half an hour? I wished that I had a small vaccuum or something because I could have totally cleaned out my car while driving at that speed.
My back wasn’t as bad this morning as I thought it might be considering that it was cramping badly and I was leaning up against supports in the barn to not only catch my breath but give my lower muscles a chance to stop whining for a second. (It didn’t really help much.) You never realize how terrible a computer programming job is in terms of getting you ready for heavy manual labor. As my wife would say, HARD YAKKA.
So, now that I’ve amused you with the best my life has to offer at the moment, I ask of you, humble reader — wherefore shall I write next? Do you have a subject you’d like to see me attack, defend, make friends with, or slap around the room a few times? Toss something my direction by email or otherwise — a word, a sentence, a phrase, a subject. Anything at this point will probably assist, or if nothing else, it can’t hurt, right?
Many thanks for your mental fodder. I’ll FedEx you a beer as an everlasting mark of my gratitude.
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