It seems lately I’m having a bout of writers block, well, sort of. I have ideas in my head and think of so many things that I want to expound upon (you like when I use big words) but when I get to the keyboard or notebook… nothing. I can’t remember who I last spoke to, let alone the brilliant thoughts I had while driving down the road checking out the madness that is the world around me. I think there is an underlying theme to those thoughts keeping me from processing them completely. It’s a bit like being on a river running just quick enough that the beginner can’t be on it without a guide. Where is my guide? I need my power animal… And Marla is not invited. Sometimes it’s just like that… So instead of writing I start scrolling and continue feeding the river. In the vain that I don’t have to have a completely cohesive thought to write… some choice nuggets.
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It’s not so much that he can’t spell eucalyptus (I have a hard time with that too) it’s the “attacked by a warthog” that has me thinking…. Hhhmmm why is there a warthog and what did you do to provoke it’s attacking you??
fail blog in general is fantastic. Human beings proving that you can’t buy common sense.
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the chemistry list
cd’s
grapes
matches
soap
hot peppers
dry sponges
and light bulbs
really??? Are we certain I shouldn’t put cd’s or light bulbs in the microwave?? I was thinking a cd sando sounded fantastic with melted cheese… And while I’m at it I’ll throw in some matches, maybe they’ll be good with ketchup.
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homosexual necrophilia in a mallard??? I’m sorry, maybe it’s me but wha? huh? Do I care if mallards are homosexual necrophelliacs? What if he (she/it) just wanted to be loved and all the other ducks kicked it out? Why is someone paying this guy to pay enough attention to these ducks that not he can only write not one, but two books about them, but also figure out that one of these guys is gay and diddleing the dead. Whatever. I guess the Dutch haven’t hit quite the recession the rest of the world has.
Then there is my current favorite pastime… Whoever thought up this section of the Boston Globe should be awarded (if they haven’t already). The Big Picture is something I look forward to seeing when it comes up on my reader. A collection of photos that cause a host of emotions every time I see them. It’s a nice reminder that there is beauty, tragedy, hope, helplessness, love, hate and people struggling the same way we are all over the world. I can get lost in the images of someone else and realize my world isn’t so bad. In fact, it’s beautiful…
