Thursday, February 02, 2006

Like the dead-beat beat of the tom-tom

Listening to: Swans, Great Annihilator

In my intrepid pursuit of garnering nil traffic, I've decided that no updates are the best updates. Seems to have worked and thank God because I can't handle the comments, pain in the ass you all are, both of you. Considering both comments encouraged to me to keep not writing, I feel validated for doing nothing.

The blogosphere is something else, a place where a stale slice of intellectual Wonder Bread holds peanut butter and banality in the service of staying updated, rewarded with insipid tea ("Ha ha, I know what you're saying!") to wash down every inane syllable. Thus gingivitis, driving in Denver, Lilly's dance recital, a tenth planet and the ratio of anti-social assholes to single women over 30 who own dogs (and how that pisses off the religious right), means I've nothing to say and no inclination to say it, my dimwitted plan spinning like a floaty in the bowl towards oblivion.

I'm back, yo - live with it.

5 comments:

trusty getto said...

Well, Jim, if your ass hurts, I'd simply purchase a smaller sex toy. Or use better lube.

Hey, but that's just me . . . .

Mamacita said...

Oh pooh, silly man. Don't you know by now that your 'nothing to say' is far more interesting than many people's long rambling posts? You know, like mine? You're cool, like it or not. Even when you're trying not to be. Live with it, sweet silly 'cute in spite of yourself' man.

Anne said...

Yeah...what she^ said. :O)

I will now try to shake bad, bad pictures painted by Trusty out of my head...

trusty getto said...

Sorry, Anne . . . .

landismom said...

All right, what's that title line from. It's gonna drive me crazy until you tell me. Welcome back!