As idiotic as my blogging is...

..I really do miss it when nothing is happening in my life which is.. like..now.

You know, as with so many things if you just start then something else so often appears next. Newton's First Law of Motion can be a dark and seductive bitch when she locks down on the Spirit like some huge vampire squid, tentacles wrapping everywhere around.
Patti knew that, "just get started" she would so often say to me and was always trying to get me to write something, anything.. but so often I just couldn't get started because of motionless inertia along with the deep desire not to bore any readers into oblivion.

But after a certain time "The Need" appears out of nowhere. The creative urge is always there but often hiding deep or squeezed into submission. Still, after so much intake, a strange need appears out of nowhere and you have to hustle off down the hall to that special closet.
Online journaling is a creative release but can also be like going to the bathroom, that is for all it is worth so often.
Once there, you can just "let go" of it... it just all goes. Blah, blah, ticky ticky tembo no sa rembo charri barri ruchi pip berry pembo
(remember that Oh daughter?)
Writing for me anyway is kinda like that and no doubt is more often that not in the same valuation arena.
Paragraphs of poop. (flies like poop)
I might suggest that all writers need to be somewhat sociopathic to do what they do.. sick with the virus to write, to create something for some truly unclear reason. Maybe all artists are just sick with the virus to create.

Then to flush it all online as well for some unclear reason. aaahhh.. whew. done. Now I can go watch TV or do something worthwhile.

Well then enough of this bathroom comparison.
Just stop this non-sense, bouslaugh.
Yes, I could certainly follow more on this got-the-flu-bug analogy of the intellectually crap-filled retarded such as myself to be, but for the sake of implanting further really bad images in any happenstance readers or stretching the limits of analogy here, I will cut short my going any further down that goofy path, pull up my pants, wash my hands of it all, shut the light off and move back out into the world of harmless and creative idea structure.

Boring or not. Doesn't really matter now does it.?.

I do have a few readers because no doubt they also have nothing better to be doing at the moment.
Am I right?

Ok.. a short bit more then.
I am dug in here in our 9th floor "squirrel's nest" for the winter. No plans whatsoever until next spring.
On the one hand I am liking this.. no commitments of any kind, just day after day of being retired from the world, reading a lot of financial blogs, sitting on my swing, sipping coffee (except Patti made me give up coffee) and engaging the rusty mental machinery like the gears of a windmill, round and round and round it goes, crunching and munching on previously crunched and munched thoughts. Sort of like a sleepy-eyed cow chewing a regurgitated mass.

Not really bad work if you can get it.

But on the other hand (do'h.. just when life gets easy again) up comes that other hand, snaps it's fingers a couple times and then with the slightest hesitation, doubles itself into a fist and punches one right on the nose!.. blood thus.
Another reminder... life, always and everywhere, in all conditions and circumstance is a veritable double-edged sword. Or caressing hand folding itself into punching fist as the case may be.
You can have your cake but really, it doesn't do much just sitting there on the swing until you reach out, take a piece and stuff it in.
follow?
Get started. This should be the 11th Commandment. Just start. Overcoming inertia and starting up one's engines sets up a kind of butterfly effect which can be beneficial (or destructive) but that's life.

So.. I really am going to start blogging again as you can see. Guaranteed to bore the Holy Crappola out of all of you and probably even myself. Like I said... the next 6+ months I've got no plans or commitments for anything.

Bathrooms and blogs are often connected or at least should be.

Time to quit for now...I'm out of beer. ooooh.
bill (and patti)