Now I Know How Male Porn Stars Feel
Haven't posted for a week. Wow. That's the problem with having a blog which purports to provide amusement (even if the only person being amused is... myself). If you have a dry spell, where you're not actually feeling terribly funny, then, well, it's hard to generate it spontaneously. Kind of like when you're a male porn star. It's all fun and games until you *have* to do it.
But I'm back in the saddle now. In fact, I have several ideas which have percolated long enough that they are starting to pop up in my brain as "hey! that would make a good blog post!" ideas.
And I still have some of my favourite stories which I haven't told yet. Like "The Best Practical Joke I Played on my Grandmother Shortly Before She Died." That's a pretty good one. And the photo I have of my 13-year-old from this past summer, taken the instant before he learned a very powerful lesson regarding the harsh response that a male's body provides to certain aggressive stimuli. In fact I have a pretty good story of my own on that same topic.
Ok, I'm all charged up and ready to go!
Hmm. Except I wrote an entire post and didn't talk about anything. Oh, well, it worked for "Seinfeld." Let's hope my fans are as devoted. All 2 of them.