I really don’t feel like writing a blog today. Why? Well, I’m lazy, for one. Two, I might have played a little too hard last night. And three, nothing particularly interesting is coming to mind. My friend Gordon says, I should write a blog about not wanting to write a blog. He says that he always comes up with something that way. I’m not convinced it’s going to work, but here we go.
…aaaaand nothing. I’m just sitting here like some kind of blog zombie waiting for inspiration to strike, while my annoying giant-dog-puppy entertains herself with the simple joy of flipping her food bowl over and spreading her kibbles all around the kitchen. Charming. Now she’s crying, which means she wants to go back outside and dig a series of random holes, and afterwards bark incessantly at nothing until one of my neighbors starts screaming obscenities at us. Man, it’s a lovely day already.
…aaaaand still nothing. Is it possible that I’ve shared all the useless ideas that have been taking up space in my brain already. Can’t be, right? I must have something buried under a box of old addresses and song lyrics. Let me just reach down in there …aaaaand.
…Ok, here’s a blog idea about not being able to grow a beard. Eeehh. And here’s my unwritten exposition about fundamentalist atheists, I’ll spare you that one. Oh, this looks like the beginning of my answer to Lisa’s question about male dating behavior — I’ll definitely have to come back to that one. I’ve got one kicking around here somewhere about hot sauce, and another one about the diaspora, and various schools of Buddhism, as well as their diverse conceptions of emptiness, shunyata, the ultimate ground of being, or lack their of. I’ve got one about pie too. Jeez, it’s really a mess in here.
Ok, what if I wrote a blog about a zombie, a dog, and a cluttered, unorganized mind?