I know, I know…

I had promised more and more thoughtful posts when I finished my manuscript. And that’s what I was planning, honest. I really have no excuse, except that the pressure of “more thoughtful” was kinda getting to me. You mean trackback spam isn’t thoughtful? You mean Spirit the Wonder cat isn’t serious intellectual fodder?

Just this morning I had a couple good ideas for posts: something about my obsession with my Web site stats maybe, or something, anything about the Pope. But everyone’s already written about the Pope, and site stats sound a little too much like trackback spam.

I was inspired around lunchtime to write about Man-Dates. Something about how I don’t ever actually go on them, but I don’t see anything wrong with them.

But I didn’t. As Orzel points out, the NYT article is a piece of crap. What thinking person is seriously worried that some stranger will think he’s gay? What more is there to say, really?

I could have written something about Tiger, or the other Tiger, but neither of those stories really did it for me either. We knew Apple was going to come out with a new operating system, just not when. And the Master’s story kinda lost its steam for me when Tiger practically blew it after his miraculous pitch at 16.

I’ve had some damned frustrating car service moments the past few days, but reading about someone else’s car trouble typically falls somewhere between grass germination and concrete setting on the excite-o-meter.

So, I figure I’ll just get all of this off my chest in one lousy post. And I’m not making any promises about the future, either. Tomorrow there may be another post just as lousy as this one. Or there may be nothing at all. Just don’t get your hopes up.

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