days in the life pulsing with the vital essence of a thousand neutron stars
Sometimes there’s nothing here because all the different thoughts get bottled up fighting to squeeze out first and then there’s Censorius Rex looming over there with his wicked blade murdering most of the ones that slip out. Blogging has served as a kind of notebook for me for the better part of the past twenty years; I used to work ideas for my standup and sketches which is why my older stuff has such a ranty feel to it, (And I think it is the wont of young men to rant; it gives the illusion that they have something interesting to say.) And then I sit here at the keyboard, tell myself to pop the cork and get the censor drunk, and I have nothing. It’s Saturday night and I don’t feel like politics or anything right now. Little dude is sleeping in the next room. Julia is out with friends for one of their birthdays. I’m watching Archer. It’s hilarious.
I’m working on paintings. I’m starting a theater company. I’m writing a novel. But tonight I’m enjoying a pot of green tea and watching cartoons.