Thursday, August 14, 2008

It's these fahrblunget times we live in. I'm telling ya. It's enough to make ya kvetch.

I've been talking myself out of blogging a lot. I have literally 7's of posts started but ultimately left unpublished. I keep a notebook with me all day, and I write down any brilliant ideas that pass through my mind. But honestly, those are few and far between. Mostly my mind conjures up idiotic nuggets like these:

What's the deal with this guy being such a douchebag?
Why do we need pennies?
Come to think of it, why do we need nickels either? I'm sick of both of 'em.
That girl was way too young to be wearing that.
That woman was too old to be wearing that.
How many times can I hear this one song today? I put the over/under at around 9.

So you see what I've had to work with. For some reason unbeknownst to me, I have lost the ability to convey my thoughts down into my fingers, through them into the keys, and from what I've been told, the words then travel through a series of tubes and eventually, they land on your But I can't do that anymore. NOoooooooooo, I am unable to... Case in point, I can't even finish that sentence.

This would be mildly distressing if I wasn't certain that I will eventually figure it out and get back to normal, and Adam will ostensibly have gotten his groove back.

See what I'm saying? Pop culture references from the early 90's! Oy gevald!

Yiddish too Adam?

What a shonde.


Sra said...

The blogger's curse. Blockage.

Loralee Choate said...

I am feeling the same thing. I just put up some half-assed post about Women's Gymnastics on my blog. GAH.

BTW...I'm linking to you in a post tomorrow. You have been warned.