So here it is, 12:20am and I'm writing... now... Ye gods. Even the one person I know of who's actually read this crap is asleep (I assume it's another person and not a construct of my ego).
Still have to do my push-ups and bench-presses and various other hyphenated athletic-sounding things.
And there I was thinking I was exhausted at 9pm... keerist.
I could go on a diatribe about the prior entry and how it's gotten me to re-assess my views on abortion, etc, but it's still too close, I don't have enough time tonight and frankly, though it's made me think, it hasn't actually altered my view that much.
Still, it's an unhealthy mind that doesn't periodically revisit its opinions and preconceived notions.
And politics... I've had some real good political discussions the past few days, especially with a friend of mine named Scooter (no, that's not his given name). We're very much on the opposite sides of issues, so it makes for some lively discussion.
But again, the time, the time... I WILL get to the political thing soon though. With this rising election season, it has oft been on my mind and I really want to put my thoughts down, since talking about or writing-out my thoughts tends to organize them and force them to gel (as with most people, no doubt).
In the meantime, I'm going to spend a few minutes and see if I can figure out how to add links into that section on the left, so I can show you (me?) the fascinating and deep webcomics I read on a daily basis. Aren't I so profound?
Ciao.
So I was wrong about what the topic of this post was going to be.
I just found out that someone I know's sister, who was pregnant, just learned that the baby died in utero...
I dunno what to say about that. It's just wrong. I mean, I know that there was likely a good reason for it, like there was something wrong with the baby, and had it survived it would have had problems it's whole life or something, but still.
This is the kind of thing that just makes you stop and think, and they ain't happy thoughts.
I won't claim a deep emotional attachment to the people involved. I'm just getting to know the girl, and I've never met the sister, but I tend to be pretty empathic and... it just sucks.
It's doubly painful because she and I have been talking about pending aunt-hood, etc because it's something we have in common. See, my sister is due anytime now with her first child.
And I just think, god, what if I got this news? Just thinking about it makes me want to knock on every piece of wood within a ten miles radius. I would be devastated and my sister and her husband... jesus, I can't even imagine.
And I don't want to either, stop it!
I cannot imagine how we as a species managed to get this far, if this can happen in this day and age of modern medicine and technology.
I just dunno.
Holl, if you happen to stumble over this outer monologue, as I told you already, my wishes are with you and yours.
So I had this whole witty post written-up, but being the idiot I am, I decided, for some reason, to click on the "site popups allowed" button on my Google Toolbar.
So of course the page reloaded, and all my beautiful, witty words were gone!
Frankly, I've forgotten them already.
Ah well.
Going to be short, as it's way too late to be up, but I'll probably be putting something substantive up in here in a few days. Something more than just witty reparte with myself.
And I'll likely also revisit the original post concept I had here tonight, before I lost it, a reflection on site traffic and how weird the internet is.
But the first substantive post will likely be in one of three categories:
Dating
Politics
Poker
Until then, ciao baby!
Well, hello there nobody!
Yeah, that's right, I'm talking to myself. That is to say, I don't expect anyone else to read this... ever.
So why am I writing it? Eh, who can say.
Perhaps I finally caught "Blog Fever" and just had to see what all the excitement was about.
Perhaps I'm a techie geek (sorta?) and am using this as an excuse to learn a bit more about web design (something I desperately need, as anyone looking at my site can tell).
Perhaps I'm a wannabe writer who never can get around to putting his words out there, and is looking for a way to trick himself into writing (even something as paltry as this).
Perhaps I'm looking for a forum to vent my annoyance with Politics Today but am not really interested in having anyone else see it?
Perhaps I'm looking for the healing power of catharsis (that's not the thing with tube in your winkie, right?)
Or perhaps I just like writing long, overly drawn-out sentences that use far, far, far too many articles broken up by far, far, far too many commas and parentheticals (hey, who doesn't?)
I dunno. It could be any of those. Or maybe I was just bored in my doctor's office the other day, picked-up the obligatory four year old copy of some tech magazine that was there and read about the amazing new "blogging" thing and just had to try it.
I dunno, which means you don't either because, as we've previously established, you must be me if you're reading this.
Confused? Me too. But wait... you're me so... I'm confused that you're.....
I need a drink.
Anyway, this thing will be pathetically-badly (good grammar there, huh?) designed and written, with all default templates and nothing flashy and exciting. So don't even bother to read it (but I just had to read it to write it and... headache...)
And hey, if you're not me, and you're reading this, feel free to leave a comment. I'll most likely just assume it's me just trying to trick me, but I may respond (I can be SOOO trixie to myself sometimes!)
Next entry I'll probably stop trying to impress myself with witticism and talk about something more substantive, like how much I can't stand the Government of Bush or all the stuff I've done trying to meet women (hey, I actually have good stories about that!)
I dunno, I'm tired now, and I need another drink.