I don't have a lot to say. ( C'mon everybody, lets hear it.......one big collective "NO SHIT!") I have never been a big talker, most of the time I am content listening (or pretending to listen) to other people do the talking. Sure, sure I may get a big mouth when I get boozed, but for the most part, I usually just shut the hell up. I don't know what it is about me, but I just really don't like talking about mundane shit with random strangers (Grocery store checkers please take note!). I know when the weather is good, or bad, so I really don't need these people to tell me, and I'm sorry but I don't care about their traffic woes, or any number of stoopid things that people want to talk about when they have nothing to talk about. What is it about people that makes them so god damned uncomfortable when no one is talking? Maybe I'm just an asshole, but I don't think so. If you have something interesting to say, by all means blurt it out, but don't just talk for the sake of talking.
Damn.
So anyway, blogging is sort of a wierd deal for me. I never feel like I have anything to say, because the lonely glow of a computer screen doesn't really inspire me to spew, but at the same time I am drawn to other peoples blogs. So therein lies a moral dilemma for me. Can I read everyone else's blogs without keeping up my own? Am I obligated to keep mine fresh, or is it ok to use them for my entertainment and not give back? And, why do they still have my blog ( and others) linked on their blogs when it has not been updated in a coons age? And what the hell is Nog exactly? That shit creeps me out.
So I have decided to continue to post something on this here blawg. Probably not as much as my lovely wife, but maybe weekly, when I am boozed up and loud mouthed.
Love to you all.
Look Ma. I'm blawgeeng!
I don't have a lot to say. ( C'mon everybody, lets hear it.......one big collective "NO SHIT!") I have never been a big talker, most of the time I am content listening (or pretending to listen) to other people do the talking. Sure, sure I may get a big mouth when I get boozed, but for the most part, I usually just shut the hell up. I don't know what it is about me, but I just really don't like talking about mundane shit with random strangers (Grocery store checkers please take note!). I know when the weather is good, or bad, so I really don't need these people to tell me, and I'm sorry but I don't care about their traffic woes, or any number of stoopid things that people want to talk about when they have nothing to talk about. What is it about people that makes them so god damned uncomfortable when no one is talking? Maybe I'm just an asshole, but I don't think so. If you have something interesting to say, by all means blurt it out, but don't just talk for the sake of talking.
Damn.
So anyway, blogging is sort of a wierd deal for me. I never feel like I have anything to say, because the lonely glow of a computer screen doesn't really inspire me to spew, but at the same time I am drawn to other peoples blogs. So therein lies a moral dilemma for me. Can I read everyone else's blogs without keeping up my own? Am I obligated to keep mine fresh, or is it ok to use them for my entertainment and not give back? And, why do they still have my blog ( and others) linked on their blogs when it has not been updated in a coons age? And what the hell is Nog exactly? That shit creeps me out.
So I have decided to continue to post something on this here blawg. Probably not as much as my lovely wife, but maybe weekly, when I am boozed up and loud mouthed.
Love to you all.
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Holy shit....you posted something! Right on! I agree with the annoying small talk. Sometimes silence is golden.
Admit it. You want to be Chatty Cathy of the blaaahhhhhhgerdom. Go for the gold!
You and your lovely wife have to give up the Grocery Store hostility... Very sad... Glad to see that you are still handsome.( prejudice as I am) Thanks for the long awaited update...
you don't want to listen to people bullshit about nothing?? Thank your college degree you don't have to answer phones at a country radio station during Christmas...HOLY SHIT!! If I had a gin & tonic for everytime I heard "well I'm down on my luck this christmas" (in a twangy utah accent)I would smell like my mother....
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