Wednesday, February 27, 2013

I keep trying to think but nothing happens.


"Knock knock!"

"Who's there?"

"I."

"I, who?"

"I haven't got a clue what I'm going to write about this morning."
Sorry for the slow start, y'all...
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7 comments:

Robert Fowler said...

I know the feeling. Have faith, someone some where will do something incredibly stupid.

7:30 AM, February 27, 2013
Frank W. James said...

Yeap, you're a writer. Struggle with THAT every morning...

All The Best,
Frank W. James

8:01 AM, February 27, 2013
Aesop said...

I know it's a stretch, but somehow, I never have trouble seeing you as the kind of monkey who capers and dances just because the Cyber-Organ grinder plays the tune.

And Robert Fowler is right.
The Daily Stupidity Forecast shows a 100% chance of Human Stupidity on both the daily and 5-day forecasts, pretty much worldwide.

Kind of shooting fish in a barrel, if you're into that sort of thing. (The fish, I meant. We already know about the shooting part.)

8:14 AM, February 27, 2013
Tam said...

Aesop,

Some people jog.

Some people diet.

Some people do their daily devotions.

Some people work out.

I try and have content on the web every morning before 0800 local. For all but a very few days over the last almost eight years, I've managed that.

It's the closest thing to self-discipline I have in my life.

8:19 AM, February 27, 2013
Aesop said...

As I frequently tell my self-employed brother, "Your boss is a heartless taskmaster!"

8:28 AM, February 27, 2013
Scott J said...

Thought of you last night as I was practicing shooting in the dark with a flashlight and went to reload and grabbed a handful of coat instead.

I put a video on Facebook you're welcome to link and mock for subject matter :)

9:22 AM, February 27, 2013
mikee said...

Those of us who cannot write well enough to produce regularly apposite comments (let alone daily free ice cream) recognize, when we are honest with ourselves, that lack of inspiration is not the reason for a poor or nonexistent comment.

Sometimes we just have nothing to say.

For those times, tossing a meme or a movie quote or a literary reference is all we can do.

"After a little I am taken in and put to bed. Sleep, soft smiling, draws me unto her: and those receive me, who quietly treat me, as one familiar and well-beloved in that home: but will not, oh, will not, not now, not ever; but will not ever tell me who I am."

11:32 AM, February 27, 2013

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