The problem with blogging is that, sometimes, you completely struggle for something to say. On those days, most bloggers would just not write up a post. However, having already given up weekend blogging for the most part, slacking on weekday posts would be tantamount to death for me. That's when I would really slip into the BDS (Blogger Downward Spiral) and eventually wind up posting once a month or less.
I have no desire to find out if this worst-case scenario could possibly happen. Besides, I've got such a great readership right now that I wouldn't want to screw you all over. I love you all and wouldn't want you to think I had forgotten about you!
But that still doesn't help me figure out what the heck to write about.
As much as I want to fire off a smart-alecky post about Paris Hilton's jail sentence (and, believe me, I do), g-man already said it and much more succinctly than I could ever hope to. Lord knows short-windedness has never been my problem. Just look at this post... it's taken me four paragraphs to detail my "writer's block."
I could mention how it's been three years since I've been to Wrigley Field for a Cubs' game mostly because tickets are never all that easy to come by -- this fact still shocks me considering how horribly the Cubs suck -- yet, I've recently had invites to two Cubs games to sit in the vaunted bleacher section. I haven't been in the bleachers since junior year of high school, which was, well, a long time ago. But I didn't go because both offers were for games this past weekend when Katie and I already had so much going on as it was. It would have been fun, but there was really no way to swing it.
Or maybe I'll point out that Dagny has so wonderfully shown me the next sign that my complete and total domination of the world is slowly kicking into full swing. That's right, Apgar Street in downtown Oakland! I realize it's only a bit longer than a half mile, but it's a start. At least Oaklanders realize that it's just a matter of time before I rule and they are showing their dedication to me ahead of time. Fear not my friends on the Bay, I shall treat you accordingly in the new regime. So who wants to steal me a street sign?
Other than this... well... I got nothin'.
