This is one of those times when I'm sitting in front of the computer and I don't have a clue as to what I'm gonna write about. I'm not gonna let that stop me. I never do.
That's the funny thing about blogging. Sometimes, I wake up in the morning and I know exactly what I'm gonna write about that night and while I'm at work, I flesh out the subject and that night, I sit down and write about it. Other times, I get home and open up the Atlanta Urinal and Constipation and some bullshit by Jay Bookman or some other idiot who has written an op-ed that the AJC has picked up really sets me off.
I was thinking about doing a Fax From Babs tonight. She hasn't faxed Dennis Kokonuts yet, but I cannot think of sumpin' funny for her to say. I guess I could go out to her site and do some cut and paste work since what she writes is often a great parody.
Hey! There's an idea. Let's go check out her site and see if there's sumpin' funny out there.
Well look at this from October 3:
Regardless of what you think about Grey Davis, we should all be able to agree that we must now stop this attempted hijacking of the democratic process.
She still hasn't corrected her misspelling of "Grey" Davis' name. Babs, you ignorant slut! Don't you think someone would have told her so she could have corrected this by now? What a fucking idiot! If she didn't have a voice she would be shoveling shit somewhere. Oh waitress, you fucked up my order.
I was on the phone with the network guy this afternoon and he was talking me through how to configure OSA adapters when my manager came by my office. He gave me the phone sign and told me to call him after I got off the phone. Oh crap! What kind of bullshit was I in for? Forty minutes later I called him and got his voice mail, so I hobbled down to his office. It was empty. The office next to his, which is the office of the PMICOUM (Project Manager In Charge Of Useless Meetings), had the door closed, but I heard voices coming from it and one of the voices belonged to my manager. I figgered he would be in there for the next hour or so, so I went back to my office, packed up, and split. Had a Stoly on the rocks and half a bottle of wine tonight so I should look and feel my best when he catches up to me tomorrow. Like I say, work is fun when you don't give a shit.
What else is going on? Oh man! I got pictures out the ass! I'm not complaining. I really need to come up with some sort of filing system. I've been leaving them out in my in box and then scanning my mail and receiving them when I decide on a weekly theme. If I have not used anything that you have sent me, I probably will eventually. Also, realize that I often receive multiple copies of pictures, so I don't always give everyone credit. This is an oversight on my part and I apologize if I don't give proper credit for pictures.
So the muse didn't really strike me tonight. Holy shit! It's the Magic Anti-Blogger Ray! I forgot to put on my tin foil helmet. It's not like I'm getting paid to write this shit.
My friend Michael asked me about that. "Can you make money doing this?", he asked.
Well, yeah, I guess I could put up a Pay Pal thingy or an Amazon wish list, but why. I make more money than most of my readers so why should I beg them to pay me for sumpin' that I'm willing to do for free? I do this shit to blow off steam. This is for my sanity. The fact that there are people out there who enjoy reading what I write is a bonus. The fact that I get a few trolls now and then means I'm pissing people off, which is an added bonus.
And, I want to take the time to thank all my readers. In spite of me being on vacation at the start of the month and the DOS attacks on Hosting Matters that dropped my hits, it looks like this will be my best month ever! I appreciate you all. Thanks for the comments. Thanks for the e-mails. Thanks for the pictures.
And, in the future, I'll try not to suck.