I made the mistake of taking my brother to breakfast today. It was a botched obligation I traded in for some more time to spend on the couch with my lover. With full intentions of making it up to Scotty by way of Taco Bell, I made the arrangements for feeding him after work. When we got in the car, I, all of a sudden, had a hankering for eggs, bacon and those either burnt or frozen potatoes from The Pancake House around the block. Sure, it's expensive, the service sucks and my brother orders their most expensive meal PLUS extra sides every time be go, but I keep returning for the same reason every one returns there: they simply have the greatest coffee on earth. In fact, they have a banner with a giant golden lion sipping coffee on it. That lion is the caffeine equivalent to the Hypnotoad(all glory to...) One cup in and she offers me another. "Yes", I practically beg her through tears of immediate regret. But, oh, it is so the best thing ever. It also washes down the burnt potatoes quite well.
Fast forward 5 hours later and I am wishing I went for that 3 mile run I meant to get in before it got dark, right before I picked up my mail and spent three hours reading the National Geographic that arrived, and before I started watching Glee. Now it is too late to run, but my mind is springing. I have a fuckTON of reading to do so I don't fudge the details on the novel I am teaching, but I'd much rather kill zombies and behead the conjurer mage who guards the treasure at the back of the cave I am exploring in the game on my xbox I am in love with. I would also love to clean and make things smell pretty while formulating the most innovative and effective method for teaching vocabulary this side of Marzano. Wow. I feel/sound like my sister. Someone needs to make sure my pupils aren't floating in the whites of my eyes because I have strained them too much while explaining these things to you. Someone make sure I am not doing it right now.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Don't call it a comeback...
Today I blogged.
When did "blog" become a bad word? It's not necessarily entirely evil just yet, but it's not what it used to be. Remember when it was new and had that red plastic glow of new toy-ness? I have a blog with pictures that are funny and witticisms that will regale the fleshy walls of even the most crowded spam mailboxes and chain letter massacres. There was an open stage once associated with the word "blog". Now you say "blog" and I think of gobs and blobs of opinions from people like me with the illusion of audiences. Now, "bloggers" only have credibility with news commentary shows who are too lazy to go do actual journalism themselves. Everyone has a blog, but only those who can turn their tiny, ad-bartered piece of cyber real estate into a mecca of self-promotion get anywhere. Journalists posting what other journalists wrote. Is this where journalists go to die? Amateur writers going on missions and documenting their plights or failed novelists hoping for a bite; who are these people and where did their blogs go? To me blogging is the blue fairy at the bottom of the sea, keeping me frozen in a glow of hope, fathoms below a bustling and much more innovative world. I am perfectly content to write for the fish.
I sometimes troll my old blogging haunts, LJ, Wordpress, etc. It's nothing more than broken links and corrupted files. The ghosts of friends I loved in 2005, pictures from parties when everyone was much thinner, and, funny enough, old weight loss diaries and exercise aphorisms go unread.
That's going to change. Right now. I won't let this blog become "Probably Abandoned", as an acquaintance once named his blog when I pressured him to write one because he was so hilarious in real life.
The graveyard of abandoned blogs has one less resident tonight. ME!
AGAIN.
I am reviving...
AGAIN.
Who doesn't love zombies nowadays?
P.S. - Metaphor Coffee is looking for blood donors for its revival. If you like writing short stories and love a good competition and can END A STORY, please give me a shout. We'd love to have your....BRAINS.
When did "blog" become a bad word? It's not necessarily entirely evil just yet, but it's not what it used to be. Remember when it was new and had that red plastic glow of new toy-ness? I have a blog with pictures that are funny and witticisms that will regale the fleshy walls of even the most crowded spam mailboxes and chain letter massacres. There was an open stage once associated with the word "blog". Now you say "blog" and I think of gobs and blobs of opinions from people like me with the illusion of audiences. Now, "bloggers" only have credibility with news commentary shows who are too lazy to go do actual journalism themselves. Everyone has a blog, but only those who can turn their tiny, ad-bartered piece of cyber real estate into a mecca of self-promotion get anywhere. Journalists posting what other journalists wrote. Is this where journalists go to die? Amateur writers going on missions and documenting their plights or failed novelists hoping for a bite; who are these people and where did their blogs go? To me blogging is the blue fairy at the bottom of the sea, keeping me frozen in a glow of hope, fathoms below a bustling and much more innovative world. I am perfectly content to write for the fish.
I sometimes troll my old blogging haunts, LJ, Wordpress, etc. It's nothing more than broken links and corrupted files. The ghosts of friends I loved in 2005, pictures from parties when everyone was much thinner, and, funny enough, old weight loss diaries and exercise aphorisms go unread.
That's going to change. Right now. I won't let this blog become "Probably Abandoned", as an acquaintance once named his blog when I pressured him to write one because he was so hilarious in real life.
The graveyard of abandoned blogs has one less resident tonight. ME!
AGAIN.
I am reviving...
AGAIN.
Who doesn't love zombies nowadays?
P.S. - Metaphor Coffee is looking for blood donors for its revival. If you like writing short stories and love a good competition and can END A STORY, please give me a shout. We'd love to have your....BRAINS.
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