Ooh... a blank blog post page! What possibilities!
That's what's going through my head right now as I open up this editor for a new post. I have no idea what I'm going to write about so I thought I'd just start typing and see what comes out.
I've seen some people do this and end up with some of their most brilliant work. And I've seen other people do this who should not have pressed the "publish" button. So I'll be watching for that. I suppose I should assume that if you're reading this, then I felt it was
good enough something to publish.
So, what's on my mind today?
Well, let's see... Diesel wrote this hysterical post that placed Gregory House as a plumber instead of the doctor he plays on House. You really ought to check it out... it's very funny.
So, being the witty commenteer that I am, I wrote, "Most excellent. You're damn book better be this funny!" except that instead of writing "your" I accidentally wrote "you're" and now I can't take it back. I wouldn't care so much that I did that, except for the fact that Diesel has an actual feature called "Ask Diesel About Language Stuff" where he chastises people for doing things like that. Plus, the number one grammar complaint on the blogsphere revolves around people bitching about "your" -vs- "you're." I have no idea why I care about this at all, but sometimes it's the little things.
What else... Oh, I have the WORST ear bug I think I've ever suffered from and I'm this close to taking my cordless drill and boring a hole in my skull to let it out. Over the last few weeks I've been listening to one of the two remaining CDs in my car that still actually work. The other five look like they've been used to polish stones.
The album is We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things by Jason Mraz and the song is Love For A Child which is a beautiful Queen-esque ballad about a kid who was neglected as child. The lyrics are engaging and the melody is haunting - which is why I haven't been able to stop hearing it in my head over and over and over and over, day and night, for an entire week now. I no longer even like the song anymore and I absolutely refuse to play the CD for fear that I will hear the song again which will only strengthen the evil grip it already has on my brain.
So here... take it for yourself... please. Maybe that will get it off my mind.
Ok, that's enough. I've already violated the requisite "2-screen slide" rule that says if you have to pull the slider down more than 2 screens' worth to see how big a post is, you won't read it in the first place. But then again if you've made it this far you're probably not affected by that rule. Ooh, see that... I spelled "you're" the right way!
Heh. Sometimes it's the little things.