What a world. It could be so wonderful if it wasn't for certain people.
--Woody Allen
That could be the theme of this blog. Though I do try.
To that end, I've gone back and re-read with a critical eye some recent posts. Obviously I've run out of things to do. I mean, its not like its going to read differently than when I wrote it. Its like watching Gone With the Wind over and over and over, hoping that the South might win. Just once.
Anyway, I've noticed that a lot of these posts are...well...kind of horrible. Bad grammar. References to "Bruce" Pitt (maybe that's Brad's less hot, smarter older brother). Run on sentences. Lots of connecting flights needed to get to the point. Unfunny. Its a little painful. Not like a tetanus shot or a Presidential debate, but its definitely time you can never get back.
Let me take this opportunity to apologize, and promise to step my game up. Most of the time when I write these things, its past midnight on a workday, and the screen is a little "blurry." The "magic," if you can call it that, which takes thoughts out of my head and puts them onto the computer screen, is a little lacking that late. So I wind up writing things that read like Jeff Lebowski trying to explain why we're not privy to the new shit that has come to light. (Sorry for that). References to Star Trek or Dirty Dancing seem like the greatest thing EVER at that point. Things that seem super-awesome hilarious, or brilliantly insightful when they're still inside the USS Chris' on-board computer wind up reading like a sophomre mid-term paper. Written after an afternoon spent doing bong hits and watching Match Game.
I really loved that show.
Hopefully you can all bear with me during this slump. I have some promising ideas for upcoming posts on our recent Miami trip, censorship of historic works of literature, and the impending Royal Wedding. Maybe one of these will produce a chuckle. Or a chortle. Or a wry grin.
Thanks for all your support. I'll keep swinging if you'll keep reading.
"Swinging" of course in this context is a euphemism for "trying," not for indiscriminate sex with anonymous partners. Just wanted to clarify that.
Next-Miami Tales
1 comment:
But, isn't looking at your questionable grammar the next morning the fun part? You don't like that feeling of, "Oh, what in the name of all that is good did I post on the internet under my real name?"
And, I think it's spelled "magick." At least, that's how I spell it in my world. [get it? spells? Because I might be a witch?]
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