Last week, I failed to commit to ‘blogging’ regularly. It wasn’t because I didn’t have ideas of what to write on, mind you. Oh, I have some ideas. Plenty of ideas. Don’t believe me? That’s too bad, because I, uh, I have lots of ideas of what to write about. Dragons and such. Try and do better, motherfucker.
Mostly, though, I have been so strung up by work that I truly haven’t had the free time entirely necessary to work on web logs. Sure, I could have made some half-assed posts here and there, but I’m committed to excellence, damnit.
Sure, I wanted to make post-St. Valentine’s Day posts, or remark about Kosovo, or even talk about dragons, but if I do that, I’m going to at least spend 30 minutes on it. Would you rather have me write up some shitty post in just five or ten minutes? You got it pal: today. But this is it.
It’s not like I didn’t have 30 minutes or even and hour or two of free time during the past week – I had that. It’s just that, you know, I used that time to watch Mr. Show, and I just got back into Prison Break. Recently I started watching the third season after neglecting it for so long. I’m glad I did that.
Sure, I could’ve posted something instead of watching Prison Break, but what the fuck do I get out of it? Damaged retinas, carpal tunnel syndrome, and vesicointestinal fistula; that’s what I fucking get. What would you choose? The answer is obvious.
Of course, I will try to print more fake news stories and other musings when possible. This coming week will likely be busier than the last, but my ambitions are high. Well, I gotta piss, so, whatever.