A bunch of nothing

I've learned both here and other places that successful blogging requires three things:

1. The desire to blog
2. The time to blog
3. Something interesting to say

So I've got two out of three. What's missing? The key ingredient - something interesting to say. What do you do when you don't have anything to say? Keep typing and hope that something interesting comes out!

That hasn't happened yet, so in the meantime, here is some spontaneous fiction:

He woke up, not knowing what to expect. Because this wasn't just any day. It was Wednesday. And Wednesday always means the same thing - meatloaf in the cafeteria. Not that meatloaf in itself was anything to get excited over. But he was wearing his lucky socks - the kind made with specially forumlated thread guaranteed not to produce extraneous sock fuzz. Sock fuzz, he reasoned, was the cause of most all of the bad things in the world - New Coke, Madonna, Ishtar, and even Survivor could have all been avoided if those responsible had only made a point to free their feet from fuzz.

The phone rang, in its shrill little ring that always caught him off guard, no matter how many times he had heard it in the past. He carefully picked up the receiver, with great anticipation that something extra-special was about to happen. But it was only his friend Sven, calling to let him know that he just heard Willie Nelson was appearing next month in a special concert. Sure, that isn't something that happens every day, but it wasn't exactly what he was wanting to hear at this moment.

As he was leaving the house, he noticed something strange going down the street - a truck from Taco Ramon's. He enjoyed eating at Taco Ramon's even though he hadn't been there in a while after an unfortunate exploding sauce packet incident had left him saucy and humiliated. But he suddenly decided that today was a new day, and it was time for a taco. Unfortunately, it wasn't time for a taco, being that it was only 8:30 in the morning. Now any time is a good time for a taco, but Taco Ramon's doesn't open until 11:00. How was he going to fight the craving for a tasty Super Extreme Toasty Taco for 2.5 hours?

And then, in the blink of an eye, everything changed...

Hmm, that was, um, interesting. Or maybe not, depending on your definition of interesting.

As you can see, I still don't have anything to say. So how about a picture, since a picture is of course worth a thousand words:


Husband and wife former Olympic gymnasts Bart Connors and Nadia Comaneci arriving at a film premiere. Hey Nadia, give me a call sometime, okay?

So anyway, item #2 from above is now running out. And still item #3 hasn't kicked in. Rest assured that item #1 is still firmly in place, as it should be. So now I begin to wonder. Just how does the brain work anyway? What makes us creative at times, and not in the least creative at other times? Why can some people earn a living off of being creative, while others can earn a living even though they aren't creative at all? And why don't they make any more good shows like "What's Happening!!" That was a classic. And I just watched it last night on TVLand.

If inspiration strikes me to actually say something meaningful, you will be the first to know!

Hey kids, what time is it?

Well here we are in Daylight Savings Time. What time is it? Beats me. My internal clock says one thing. My stomach says another thing. And the clock on the wall says something completely different. Who's to say?

I suppose it shows the power of the people, that a few people can get together and decide that they are going to change time for several months out of the year, and then everyone has to go along with it. Because it's the law.

You could rebel and decide not to change your clocks. But would that really be hurting the governing officials, or would it really be hurting you? You would have to figure out how to have your time match other time so that you wouldn't be late everywhere. Or you could just suffer the consequences of being late, which might result in, oh I don't know, dismissal from your employment. Or something like that. And how would you know when Survivor: The Cow Pasture really comes on?

If you are a hermit, which these days is more and more appealing to me, you could get by with not changing time. You could even call it whatever you want. If you want noon to be at 9:36 AM, then so be it. But since most of us aren't hermits, then that's no good either.

So, like lemmings following the tail in front of us that eventually leads us to the cliff of utter and final doom, we march right along, setting our watches and clocks just as we are told to do. I do actually enjoy that my computer, cell phone, and atomic clock set themselves automatically, so that I don't even have to worry about it.

Now I'm just waiting around for the end of October, when we will once again be on God's time.