I haven’t written anything for almost a year.
That is all.
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The Trouble With Triples
I wrote this a long time ago and just can’t bring myself to delete it, much like my hard drive post, so you get to be subjected to more of my ramblings and inane puns. We go back, now, to a simpler time when commercials for Very Large Burgers from various eateries captivated the minds and stomachs and maybe spleens of America.
The Power of Hawk Compels You
Today in the mail I received no fewer than three of these flyers:
This calls to mind an equal number of questions.
- Was one of these flyers not enough to secure my interest in a Boom Boom Huckjam?
- What, in the name of of God’s green Earth, is a Boom Boom Huckjam?
- Why are these being sent to me in the first place?
Truly questions for the ages. Luckily, I have some time on my hands, so I can get to answering them now.
The Resolutions Will Not Be Televised
On this, the first day of 2005, I feel compelled like so many to title my post with a pun. I mean, make a list of my New Year’s resolutions. What do you mean it’s the fifth? I’ve had enough of your cynicism.
Monitors have resolutions. The UN has resolutions. I’ve never really been one for resolutions. Still, now is a time for looking forward and possibly sideways. Diagonally, if necessary. But mostly forward!
- Update my blog regularly. Seems simple enough. I give it until March.
- Finish editing my novel. Seems simple enough. It’ll probably take me ’til October.
- Stop using puns. I was originally going to title this post “I’m Feeling List-less,” but that wasn’t quite as relevant. I give this resolution about 11 nanoseconds.
- Go back to school. I believe there is nothing more important than - HA! Really had you going there, didn’t I?
- Turn my web page into a leading center of commerce and scientific exploration. Wait, that’s Deep Space Nine.
- Come up with some actual resolutions. This whole post really went nowhere, didn’t it?
So there you have it. Proof that I am not a resoluting kind of guy. I could mention my “to-do” list that would wrap around the planet three and a half times, but it’s full of terribly mundane things like “get a new chair,” “fix the broken fence,” and “put a person on Mars by the end of the decade.”
