Confuzzled

There are things that have always confused people.

Ever since iron, oxygen, silicon, magnesium, sulfur, nickel, calcium, aluminum and a whole mess of other crap swirled itself into this giant rock four and a half billion years ago — or since God whipped this puppy up in six days — there have been questions.

What causes man’s inhumanity to man?

How DO they get the caramel in the Caramilk bar?

Why was I singing “Careless Whisper” in the shower this morning?

Why does anyone care about Barry Bonds and the home run record? (Seriously. He’s a doping jackass and he just doesn’t care. There’s no shame in being a pariah, dude. Ugh.)

And, more importantly, why can’t I think of things to blog about anymore?

This is my 298th blog post in a little over a year.

Which tells us that, in addition to being an attention whore and in love with sharing my thoughts, I also get a bit wiggy if too many days go by without a post showing up on PDDC.

But, this isn’t a post about not knowing what to blog. (This isn’t a rebel song either.)

This is a post about posting about having nothing to blog.

Or something.

I read a post by a fellow blogger this morning. It was a list of things that made her smile. It was simple and it was charming. And I said, “Why didn’t I think of that?” Then I said, “Why are you talking to yourself at your desk, fucknuts?”

I had no answer for that.

I am listening to “Friday I’m In Love” and there are at least two things wrong with that title.

It dawned on me yesterday that when you are completely blog-blocked, there is only one logical thing to do…

Start a new blog.

That is how my brain works.

This one is going to be different. It is still in the planning phases. It is going to be a group dealie. And, since I’m a shameless self-promoter, you know that I’ll be mentioning it again in here soonish.

Did you folks know that time can never mend the careless whispers of a good friend? To the heart and mind, ignorance is kind. There’s no comfort in the truth, pain is all you’ll find.

It’s true. I heard that someplace before.

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  1. Stefanie says:

    I cannot answer most of those questions, but the answer to #3 is that Wham is an underappreciated 1980s treasure. Or something like that.

  2. Mr. Ska says:

    Group blog? Pick me! Pick me!!

    Humankind’s inhumanity is its animalness. You can take a monkey out of the trees, but you can’t take the poo-throwing hissyfit out of the monkey. Or something like that.

    If you’re still blog-locked, you obviously haven’t been using Facebook enough. Poke around enough and you’ll find some strange correlations that’ll make ya think. Or cry. Or both.

  3. Jurgen Nation says:

    Handsome Canadian, you have something right there! A list of things that make you talk to yourself and address yourself as “fucknuts,” which, IMO, is an incredibly underused word. Just saying.

    And Careless Whisper? Who doesn’t love that song? Someone with no ears or heart, that’s who. ;)

  4. Amy says:

    GRRRRRRRRRR! Facebook wouldn’t post my comment over there (where I first read this post). Imagine, I went through all the trouble of logging onto my old blogger account to comment.

    I don’t know what causes man’s inhumanity to man.

    I know EXACTLY how they get the caramel in the Caramilk bar. It was revealed in my very fist “Food Science” class at MSVU. That class changed my life. (Food Science class was also responsible for me becoming a vegetarian 11 years ago.) I’m not going to reveal the secret but I’ll give you a hint. There is no pouring or injection of caramel.

    I suspect you sang Careless Whisper because even though its kind of a dorky song, its pretty darn catchy.

    I don’t know anything about Barry Bonds. I assume he is a baseball player. Obviously, I don’t care about him breaking the home run record.

    Now onto the blogging thing. Your not alone. Lately, bloggers have been dropping off like bees in ares of high cell phone usage. It starts with a mild case of “blogblock” lasting a bit to long. Next, boredom and frustration due to the perceived inability to be creative with ones blog leads to less frequent posts. And finally, one day the big announcement appears; the blogger has retired from blogging or has started a new blog. (Or there are people like me who just take their blogs off-line with out so much as a good bye.)

  5. Dawn says:

    Caramilk? Sounds fabulous…must be a Canadian thing though. :(

    PDDC? No clue.

    Friday I’m In Love? Quality Cure.

  6. The Stormin Mormon says:

    Pete, your blog is getting deep.

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