So what do you do if you want to write a blog entry, but are completely stuck for ideas?
If you’re anything like me you kind of just spout random, awkward, one paragraph thoughts until you have approximately 500-600 words for what is usually labeled a “stream of consciousness” entry. Throw in a couple of quasi-related pictures and voila! Blog done. This is pretty much how I flirt as well and usually produces similar results, e.g. confusion, vague smiling/nodding and the sudden urge to be somewhere else; perhaps some place where you can look at LOLCats.
Boom. And that’s how you get the first paragraph of a stream of consciousness post done. 4-5 more paragraphs to go.
Speaking of awkward flirting—last night at my buddy Michael’s birthday dinner with the help of a couple friends, I attempted to seduce our super cute waitress with a couple of Strawberry Kickasses from the batch I made for him in lieu of a cake. Judging by her reaction after she tried one; if she HAD been single, I think I could have gotten at least a date out of her and perhaps the next 50 years or so in marital bliss. Sadly she was not single…or so she said. After the failed attempt I thought I heard her mumble something that sounded sort of like, “I CAN HAZ MOAR??” as she wandered away.
Speaking of cats with poor grammar, I need to buy some new pants. Maybe I’ll do that today on my lunch. The crappy thing is, I’ve got a weird body (smallish waist for my size, muscular legs, vestigial tail, that sort of thing) and finding pants that fit, but still look good is difficult. As I can’t afford the really expensive tailored jeans, I usually have to buy pants a couple of sizes bigger than what I actually wear. That leaves me with a slightly baggy look that I tried my best to leave behind in the 90s along with the plaid shirt I used to tie around my waist. UPDATE: Pants bought! Managed to squeeze into some size 30s. Breathing has become an issue, but the slight blue tinge to my extremities really brings out my eyes.
Speaking of tourniquets, who else went through a Christian heavy metal phase when they were a kid? Anyone? Anyone? …Really? Just me, apparently…
Note to self: Do NOT tell them about your plans for a Stryper tribute band…and don’t forget to pick up your bumble bee spandex from the cleaners.
Speaking of clothes that should never be worn in public, LOOK AT THIS SHARK HAT!!!
…while I run away and hide amongst the LOLCats because even my non-sequitur-based stream of consciousness has dried up.
Fellow bloggers/creative people in general, what do you do to get inspired when you’re not feeling it?
What embarrassing musical tastes did you have when you were a kid?