Writing is hard.

Some­times you can spend an entire morn­ing star­ing blankly at a page, unable for force out even the most bare of syl­la­bles. Try as you might, you can­not find the will to write. Some­times you feel like quit­ting, other times you do quit. Mostly though, you sit and stare. The blank page is hate­ful, cruel, and not a very nice thing. It needs to be filled with lan­guage to tem­per its evil. So how does one start when the uni­verse con­trives to sti­fle your cre­ativ­ity? Start with a word, on a par­tic­u­larly bad d that word may be bland an unin­spir­ing, but it’s a start none the less and a word almost invari­ably leads to another word.

“The”

The what?

“The… butts.”

Really? This may have poten­tial! What about these butts? 

“The butts… smell?”

Of course! How could I have not real­ized! Go on, tell me more!

“The butts smell, so… I… cleaned them…”

Yes, yes, continue!

“The ash­tray was filthy, I knew that my room­mates were start­ing to get annoyed, and since I was the only smoker in the house it was my respon­si­bil­ity to take care of my ashy mess. I know this, I was also aware just how much more they would tol­er­ate before their pas­sive aggres­sion would turn to out­right hos­til­ity. I’m a good judge of char­ac­ter I must say. If I didn’t take care of this today, I might find myself look­ing for a new home tomor­row. Did I wan’t to find a new home?”

You see how one ques­tion leads to another, and all ques­tions derive answers that invoke more ques­tions, at least I assume this to be the case…

Nat­u­rally, a per­son prob­a­bly wouldn’t choose house hunt­ing over a clean ash­tray… because even a new place would need to be cleaned on occasion.


Personal Space

It seems as though the peo­ple of Cal­gary have lost their sense of per­sonal space. At least, when it comes to pub­lic tran­sit. There should be weight sen­sors in all of the trains that pre­vent the train from mov­ing if there is too much weight in any one car. Then they should set the max­i­mum


Over/Under

Whelmed. I like that word but I find it strange that the com­mon Inter­net def­i­n­i­tions of it often include “Over­whelmed” as a def­i­n­i­tion. That is ques­tion­able to me. In fact, I am under­whelmed with any pos­i­tive emo­tions by that lazy def­i­n­i­tion. See how that works?
If I am under­whelmed, then I have not yet reached a state


Sweater-vests

I don’t get it. Sweaters are sup­posed to keep you warm, while vests lack sleeves in order to be cooler (so I assume). Why the heck would I want a warm chest while my arms freeze. If any­thing, I’d say that my trunk can take care of itself; give me an inverse vest! That would


Happy birthday!

So I had my birth­day din­ner with Mom, Dad, and Lind­say last night. It was pretty awe­some! I am now the proud owner of a new iPod touch (thanks mom and dad!). That’s actully where i’m writ­ing this post from… Cool eh?
Actu­ally it’s kind of a pain so I’m going to stop now ;)


Everybody jump aboard the failboat!

Well, that wouldn’t be a very good idea now would it. I’m great at mak­ing excuses, I could invent one right now. You know what for… But I won’t I’ll just pre­tend that noth­ing hap­pend and get on with this thing. 
I’m mov­ing tomor­row. It’s the right time to do it for me. As much as I’m


It’s aliiiiiive!

I’ll prob­a­bly write a bit more tomor­row. Today I received a gen­tle reminder that I like to do this. So this is what I’ll do.
Lind­say and I went for a walk today, it was nice. Now that my gout has sub­sided to neg­li­gi­ble lev­els I can walk with­out any seri­ous pain. I’ve started walk­ing to work.


Hungry?

I’m adding a cou­ple of new entries to the food sec­tion of my Blogroll.Insanewiches, and This is Why You’re Fat.
The first is a blog fea­tur­ing inter­est­ing and amaz­ing sand­wiches. Every­thing from a Diet Deba­cle Sand­wich to andEast Meets West­dog. Truly an inge­nious web­site!
Then we have our other fas­ci­nat­ing foodie foundry. The appar­ent premise behind “This


Plagiarist

Lind­say has been doing a lot of read­ing lately about pla­gia­rism. It’s a seri­ous con­cern for artists I would imag­ine. Per­haps my views on soft­ware piracy relate here, peo­ple jus­tify soft­ware theft by say­ing that it’s just 1’s and 0’s on the Inter­net. Well a book is just ink stains on paper, should I be


There’s a new ad campain on the block.

And it’s full of hooey!
I caught an adver­tise­ment on the Food Net­work on my lunch break today. It was pretty short and sweet. A 30-something man pon­ders aloud about the effec­tive­ness of prayer. He brei­fly men­tions that prayers for “big” things seem to not be answered. Over­all it stays pretty vague.
At the end of the spot