In anticipation of blogging remotely, this is a test. Me and P-Rico are getting ready for some fun in the sun.
Buzzard Beater
Well, crap, I’ve lost control. I got my days mixed up. Here I am, trying to get a fresh start on this blogging thing, trying to find my rhythm, and already I’m a mess. I’m posting things days late and back-dating them, posting them out of order. Chaos. Why bother. Ask Camus. I’m going to write a story tomorrow and call the main character Kamiss.
I posted a slam-style poem yesterday, thinking today was the day for one of those newspaper-column type posts. But now here I am doing more of a personal whinging kind of thing. I tried, I really did, I went to Huffington post to see if there was something there that might inspire me. Just a bunch of nonsense about Mitt Romney, and then I scrolled to an article about Olivia Munn getting naked for a PETA ad. Yeesh.
But I will prevail! I have not plated WoW in months! I’ve been flossing my teeth every day and doing crunches on the exercise ball! Today, I was only supposed to do 8 pull-ups, and I did NINE. Do you hear me? I will smell what the Rock is cooking!
I swear to god I’m not drunk right now as I write this. But I did have a LOT of fried chicken for dinner. Text for a future tweet: “I have a love-hate relationship with fried chicken. I love to eat it, and I hate when it’s all gone.” Folks can steal that one, use it for anything they like. I don’t mind.
Okay, sorry about this horrible blog folks, folks. And by “folks” I mean the two of you who read my claptrap. I’m going to write-me-up a cheat sheet and a post it and stick it on my monitor. And I’ll try to get some things written in advance. And drink lots of water, because we all know what that fried chicken’s doing to my innards. Meanwhile, here’s a random picture of a bird.
The Week In Review
Can’t decide if the weekly Week in Review should be on Saturday or Sunday. I like the idea of Saturday, seventh day and all that. But then Sunday’s really the end of the weekend, and the weekend is the cap to the week. So I’m leaning towards Sunday.
That means Saturday is fiction day, not Sunday, although January 1st, first blog of the year, was fiction. A story I wrote called “Being Mila Kunis,” which I started via the daily exercise at 750words.com. I’m going to post that story over at Rife With Typos, my short-story archive. I have a bunch of others to post there as well: “Fate for Dummies,” “Death by Laundry,” “Suicide Note,” “The Most Important Person in the Restaurant,” “Lester Waiting,” “Your Name was Albert,” and “Step on a Crack.” Those were the stories I wrote, each day, this week. “Lester Waiting” you can read now- I posted it as my Saturday blog entry.
Monday I posted a review, from Goodreads, of The Facebook Effect by David Kirkpatrick. Right now Mondays are looking good as book review days. That’ll, maybe, keep me on track to read one book per week this year, a long time resolution of mine. Tomorrow I’ll post a review of Ian Fleming’s Goldfinger. I tell you this so you can skip Mondays with no fear of missing out on anything.
Tuesday was a post about testing out a Facebook thing, and squaking a bit about how I want to be productive. Not sure if that means Tuesdays will be rant n’ rave days, or what. We’ll have to see. Nothing’s set in stone. Speaking of stone, here’s a picture of Emma Stone, also for no good reason.
Wednesday was a faux-slam poem, one I wrote to read at my birthday party, and since I like writing that kind of thing, I’m liking the idea of Wednesday being faux-slam poetry day. You have been warned.
Thursday was a column on sleep-texting, written as if I worked for a college newspaper and was majoring in I-Want-to-Be-Dave-Barry. I hope that’s only insulting to college-newspaper journalists, and not Dave Barry himself, who is legend. I only called it that to differentiate from I-Want-to-Work-for-the-Onion. Thursdays may feature one or either style.
Friday was about home improvement. In so far as I very much doubt I possess the work ethic to actually stick to regular blogging for any extended length of time, it’s pointless for me to say Fridays will always be about home improvement. Maybe next Friday I’ll write about World of Warcraft. Or maybe I won’t write anything at all, and just play World of Warcraft. That’s usually how it goes.
Saturday I didn’t post anything, but just now I posted “Lester Waiting” and dated it as if it had been posted Saturday. That’s not cheating; that’s blogging.
So there’s the week in review. Next week’s week in review might not be about blogging. It might be about running. Or about World of Warcraft. Or Emma Stone. I’m not making any promises.