Rambling

I live a boring, mundane, simple life so I don’t have anything to write about. I’ve vented all my frustrations over the past week. I’m sitting here in a Zen like state of peace, which may be good for spiritual health but in the blogger’s world it’s just good old fashioned writer’s block. I have ideas for about ten novels, but they all start to bore me after about a thousand words. I’m behind on my Desperate Housewives watching, and I don’t know when I’ll have the time to catch up. My television dance card is overbooked; that’s my biggest complaint right now. LMJ took a monster dump this morning so I know she’s healthy. There’s no conference call to frustrate me this morning. The weather couldn’t be better. Other people’s problems don’t rate real high on my give-a-crap meter, so ethnic cleansing and famine only bother me on an abstract level. I could remove the filter in my brain and write about all the strange stuff bouncing around mind, but that would most likely get me Baker acted. At the very least it would prompt questions from my wife, and scare everyone else. Except my mom, who given the men on her side of the family would probably figure it was par for the course. I wonder if LMJ is going to be psychotic. I really don’t think she has a chance of a normal life, but that’s not a bad thing. The difference between abnormal and extraordinary is whether or not you have enough firepower. If LMJ has my mind and her mom’s focus then we’re all screwed, and I don’t mean the soap opera one night stand kind of screwed. I mean the you can’t film that here in the United States; you’re going to have to go to Amsterdam or Singapore kind of screwed. Actually, I’m looking forward to it.

Wow! This post really spiraled out of control quickly didn’t it? I’m like the Ghostbusters ghost containment unit – ground breaking technology that’s ignored a few safety measures. On a lighter note I signed up for that nablopmo thing.