Yeah, I like starting things off that way, for those of you who pay a lot of attention to the workings of my coronary arteries. But the title refers to the state of my ability to write about anything. I'm blocked at the moment by frustration and anger and probably ennui. Which, being French, is not the same as boredom.
Baby steps then. Condolences to my friend Gothmog, whose father died yesterday after a long illness. I'm feeling it for the Gman; his dad was ill for quite a while, and G has gone through a great deal of pain and confusion in the last many months. Peace to you and your family, Gothmog.
Condolences also to my friend Augie, whose kitty parted this Earth recently; owing to a combination of factors more related to ennui than anything, I've been a bit tardy in making the rounds of some friends' blogs of late, and came by this news far later than I should have. I feel your pain, Augie; Gamara and I had to give that final bit of help to our two elderly kitties (her kitties, but I married the kitties and divorced only Gamara) over a six-month span last year. There are times I think I'd sooner do that for certain family members than for a beloved cat. Peace to you, Augie.
My fine whine pales compared to other peoples' issues, but there was another death recently, that being the death of my relationship with Greedy Internet Gaming Pirates, Inc. A week ago today, I told Mister Bigglesworth and Prince Evercrack to shove off. I thought this would bring some peace to me; GIGPI ain't gonna survive, but it's going to take a long time to sink beneath the waves, and I saw no reason to thrash along with it. It became pretty clear that the company would do whatever Bigglesworth wanted, and I was just expected to be a shit donkey.
The usual realm of this blog isn't providing any reason to rise up from the muck, either. The Ubercunt has gotten no less provocatively criminal, Dimpleboy is still dead, and I can't even get it up for Wonkette. I'll snap back sometime, but for right now, there's just no reason to make you morose, too.
7 comments:
Hey - we all get writers block from time to time. I actually have seen my writing go way down ever since I joined the blogging millions.
Anyway - nice site and fun material.
Ben O.
http://everyothernamehasbeentaken.blogspot.com/
I know what you're talking about babe. I've been a little bored and blah lately too. Can we work out an agreement where I sell you some souls in exchange for guy advice?
Well, I refuse to be blah. I'm too busy fucking with a coworker's mind (NO! not my wonderful Nicki-minion). It's amazing what you can do with two matching remote controls. :P
thank you. especially since you had to demonstrate that you do indeed own a soul in offering your condolences. I know that's a secret you don't like to bandy about too much.
Landru, if it makes you feel any better, I saw Tucker Carlson on TV for the first time ever yesterday, and I am now fully with you on the wanting to punch him in the gob.
Ennui was one of my 9th grader's vocabulary activity words today. Small world. Naturally, I told them it meant... boredom. I'm bourgeois that way.
Thank you, luv. It took me a while to find this, but your words still comfort and I appreciate it.
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