Nothing to see here - move along

Blogging about your blog is banal.



...but it has come to this.

This blog reminds me of the big mall built in the 1970s that now is empty except for the off-brand wireless kiosk, a sneaker store, and a Kay Jewelers. Hello hello hello

I haven't posted since December, 2010. No one comes to my mall because there are no stores. But once I was slapping up posts at least 3x per week. Ah, the glory days. I cared little if I had readers or not. I had posts, thus I had visitors. There was something here to see. Then came Twitter. I was able to speak my piece for the day in about 5 or 6 tweets. Efficient. Less tax on potential audience. The therapeutic value of keeping a journal wasn't lost. The blog slowly sank into disrepair.

I still need a reason to keep my writing skills from eroding. I'm getting so sloppy from using text, terse e-mails, and tweets, that I need to start blogging again. Really. Even if just once per week. I think it will be Thursdays. Say tuned.

Flitting

Too many pies; not enough fingers.



I have so many interests I cannot do them all justice. Recently added are a fascination with Nikola Tesla and Dungeons and Dragons. Add these to board games, biographies, military history, politics, music, basketball, poker, film noir, Twitter... Oh, and life.

Nice problem to have, I'll admit. Reminds me of the movie, Amadeus, when Mozart liked so many wigs in the shop that he wished he had three heads.

Wonder Drug

Let's just say that there was a drug that made whoever took it feel absolutely fabulous. It would have no adverse side-effects It would be non-addictive. It might actually increase human productivity and spark creativity. It could be manufactured and used in an environmentally safe fashion. Yes. What if?

Alas, there is no such substance, although some do come close and all are illegal or at least restricted in their distribution. My wonder drug would be banished immediately.

Just musing about all this while sucking back some whiskey. Fattening whisky. Possibly addictive whiskey. Hangover inducing whiskey. Liver killing whiskey. Function impairing whiskey.

This is damn good tasting scotch and it warms the tummy and the mind, but I'd rather reach for my wonder drug and experience a perfectly safe euphoria.

Someone needs to get to work on this.

I didn't win anything...

... so why should I be happy for you?

Not, YOU, but people on TV game shows who compete for cash and prizes. Case in point is the World Series of Poker.

While I was was grinding away in my local poker room, the WSOP was being shown on ESPN. Players are being knocked out of the tournament and still leaving with 90K. The winner of this massive tournament gets something like 8 million bucks. Some of my fellow players are actually cheering for particular WSOP contestants. Not me. I'm cheering for me at the real game at hand. I want that $50 pot! Some putz that I don't even know wins big and I'm supposed to be excited? I don't expect to be given a taste of the jackpot. I don't care.

On shows like Wheel of Fortune (a.k.a. Wheel of Noise), which I inadvertently watch when forgetting to switch the channel after the local news or tune in early for Jeopardy, I actually love to see people screw up or make a bad spin. I'm cruel that way. The show is taped, so no mojo, karma, jinx, hex or curse sent out by me will have a bearing on the outcome. With the IRS taking a chunk of any winnings on game shows, hoping everyone loses is an outlet for any anarchist leanings within my political conscience.

I am happy for those who successfully completed NaBloPoMo in which I fell short of the post-a-day in November goal. I think this post makes it 28/30 for me. Congratulations to all who meet challenges when no significant monetary gain is to be had.

Danger Lurks

We get this letter from some guy in the sub division who claims he was beaten by two Black (possibly gang members) youths who knocked on his door, forced their way inside, and then started hammering on him. They broke off from the attack, jumped in a waiting car then drove off.

The victim was obviously and understandably upset and sending this letter to all his neighbors probably helped him get past the incident. I don't think he has an agenda, but his sending a notice around has some folks lathered up beyond reason. The letter ends with an all-caps warning not to open your door at night and to take any legal means to protect yourself. I'm calling this irresponsible. It's not his call to put out an APB for two average looking black kids. Just hinting at 2nd amendment solutions to the problem is dangerous. Besides, anyone who has lived in an urban area for any length of time knows not to answer the door for strangers. That's what the little peep hole is for. See who is out there. If you see no reason to open the door, a simple and stern, "Who are you, and what do you want?" will usually suffice.

The letter was printed in MS Comic Sans. A crime in itself if you ask me.

I have no big finish here. Just saying I think the guy could have handled it better.