My friend Tom says he’ll call me “in about an hour,” like, two hours ago, so I decide that it’s a good time to sit down and write another blog entry because I don’t want the site doesn’t get all crusty and dry like pizza that’s been left out for too long. And, it occurs to me as I sit down to write this: I haven’t written a blog in seven days.
Seven days. The number hadn’t really rung so true to me earlier in the day. That blissfully ignorant part of my day which I spent watching the Poley kids pummel each other in Super Smash Brothers for our Nintendo 64, or when I was doing observations on Galations 4 during church this morning, or even as I sat on the couch watching Memento forwards with the Schmozer a few hours ago. Seven days wasn’t such a big deal then. I mean, writing “once a week” isn’t so bad when school and work and bills and the other distractions of life are pulling you in a thousand different directions, right?
Right. Sure. Nobody’s going to blame me for not keeping up our pokey little site over the course of a week because everyone knows that Ken & Sarah Walker are busy people with things to do and people to see. No problem. All of this affirmation is conveniently no more than a synapse away from the trailing thought that I should feel bad about not blogging over the course of a whole week. Well, that is, right up until the point where I try to write.
And then, that feeling begins to set in.
You know the feeling. You know it if you’ve ever put off a term paper to the last three weeks of a semester and sat down in front of the blank computer screen waiting for your fingers to start typing, or decided that you’re going to spend the next 45 minutes punching out a letter to a friend you haven’t seen in five years and trying to figure where to begin, or thought to start up a journal again and finding your pen just hovering over the paper. It’s that feeling that takes the edges off of the words that would pour forth from the recesses of your cerebral cortex—well, would pour forth if your brain didn’t feel like its gravity had increased by an order of magnitude while you weren’t paying attention—and turns them into the mental equivalent of projectile artillery: large, slow-moving, and dumb. This feeling makes it feel like you’ve begun to type while wearing surgical gloves…stuffed with cotton…wrapped in wool mittens…tipped with duct tape…
So here I sit on top of the dryer in our bathroom, at 12:20 AM on an early, snowy Monday morning, eating pistachio nuts like they’re going out of style, and slowly coming to the realization that I have absolutely nothing to say.
So is not having anything to say a good thing or a bad thing?
Well, when it provides Adaptation-like blog fodder, then it’s not so bad.
On the whole, though, not having anything to say doesn’t make for witty, insightful blogging…
Dude, its snow out. Heavily. And I need milk. Just kidding.
That last post should read:
Dude, its snowing out. Heavily. And I need milk.
Just kidding.
In my attempt to be funny, I messed up.
Hehe. Watch that first joke, it’s a doozie.
the dryer???? I mean, my office has been pushed to basement, but the dryer…
Wow, now my failure to call you back is locked in cyberspace forever; makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside . . . and secretly hope that your site crashes soon. But maybe you got my messages about the McRoberts giving me a ride home. Yeah, that was really cool. – Tom
T-Dog, glad to hear about the ride. Sorry the phone-call thing became blog-fodder. As I’d mentioned, articulated brilliance was wanting…
once again….I agree!
ken wrote:
“As I’d mentioned, articulated brilliance was wanting…”
Of course, this being from a house frau trying to avoid house work….
jodes jenny
I get to wondering how eternally signifigant a blog is. I’m always the funny guy, but I think if I try to be serious abou tthis for a minute… hear me out.
Blog- yes it can be a signifigant form of personal insight into a person, or persons, life(ves). But often I find it is surface material, and overview, like the skin in a big website. You never get to really see the guts, the oracle database or linux server (alllow me to footnote this one to Jode). So maybe when you feel like you want to blog but don;t know what to say, just blog over the phone to a friend who could inspect your hard drive and help reformat the partitions that need to be partitioned. It’s an analogy, but it’s not such a bad one i don’t think.
With that said, I also do like the blog because it does promote the concept of community (albeit virtual). So Kenny, BLOG on (but sometimes blog one on one).
…Jai looks at his hands and realizes how feeble his attempt to be witty fails and falls to a more comfortable position…
IT’S BLOG, IT’S BLOG!
IT’S BIG, IT’S WORDY, IT’S TEXT!
IT’S BLOG, BLAAAAAAUUUUUG,
WHAT’LL THEY THINK OF NEXT?!
EVERYONE WANT’S A BLOG,
YOU’RE GONNA LOVE IT BLOG!
* from e-blammo