It's come to my attention that I haven't written on this blog for over two months. But oh, have I ever tried.
Over the last two months I've started writing blog entries, by my count, atleast a dozen times. This one makes about the thirteenth. If you're reading this, it means I didn't get frustrated two paragraphs into my blog entry and I didn't delete my pitiful attempt of making my life sound interesting.
The error in my ways appears to be because I've attempted, in that dozen attempts before, to describe something interesting or related to my life. But I can't, because nothing is interesting, or out of the ordinary.
Sure, I can talk about my new co-op job (where else?) or co-worker's housewarming parties (very nice townhouse) or playing soccer for the first time in a decade (with co-workers; you know you're getting old when you can "in a decade" with truthfulness). But then I'd be collapsing into dreary, monotonous, "I did -this- today, and here's how I felt about it" blogging. I don't want that. You don't want to read that.
I could also talk about Norah Jones' new CD (which I bought and is absolutely fabulous, although not as fabulous as the first CD), or Lost in Translation (not a comedy as it was billed, but a fabulous art piece, though not as fabulous as Amelie), but I figure there's already enough senseless media hype about those two topics.
I could also bore you with techno-babble about my grand Linux switch-over from RedHat (once upon a time, they were wonderful) to Debian (newly wonderful).
So how am I doing? Fabulous. Wonderful.
So the thirteen appears to be a lucky number, as this blog post has survived the two-paragraph bloggers' block milestone. Goes to show again that the best blog is a blog about absolutely nothing.
Have a fabulous day.