Seems I have temporarily misplaced my ability to sit down and empty whatever is in my head in whatever manner I feel the urge to use. Lately I have become obsessed cursed with the need to actually think about what I want to write about. In an effort to write better I have stopped firing from the hip. Must be all this fiction I have been fooling around with lately.
I usually go free range when I am in an up mood. My up moods in recent days have been few and far between. I want to blame Winter, my shop on the brink of closing, and the generally shitty attitude I see all around me. It certainly cannot be anything I have done, not done, or undone.
I partially blame "Pop Culture" and the fact they even use the word "Culture" in a term that describes human activities that most days do not even creep up on the notion of "Cultured". The rest of the blame obviously lays on the shoulders of Obama Man. He is our president and therefore anything that goes wrong, will go wrong, might go wrong, or won't go wrong but we think it will go wrong is his fault.
So I will gladly take what small upticks in attitude and small successes as may fall in my general vicinity. Today I am mildly happy to announce a new gadget or technique has been added to my blog. This addition is something I have been puzzling over for a long time. I could have taken the slow but sure route to securing this new tool of writing wizardry by taking the time to learn how to do it. But like most things I have done in Life, I obviously preferred to stumble across the answer solution after more than a few years of saying, "Oh you think you're so cool with that...." "I wish I could do that."
Because I seemed to have consumed a silly pill at breakfast, or maybe it was one of Stubby's righteous farts overwhelming my brain.......Anyway it would appear massive and possibly fatal meltdowns have occurred in the precious small amount paltry and insignificant pile of common sense I up to now had stored safely away in my cranial coffers. As I cast an eye across the barren landscape inside, there is nothing but smoke this AM. I figured I would share my excitement at learning something new, but not tell fill you in on what it is was I finally figured out. Why? Hell Shit, I don't know why. Does anyone ever really know why they do everything they do?
Let's Just say Whatever it was that caused my latest moment of mania does not matter. What matters is not Health Care, Obama or the latest stupidity coming from Rupert's Network. What matters is are we having a good time? Well are ya punk?