I gotta tell ya....I'm runnin' a little low on creativity ovah heah.
Am I...am I...am I runnin' outta gas?
I know! How about some imput from the thousands upon thousands of you Astoot Bloglodites?
Imput in the form of blog post idears and such.
All I want to do is feed Boing-Boing and watch the Giants anymore.
Help me, Rhonda.
Am I...am I...am I runnin' outta gas?
I know! How about some imput from the thousands upon thousands of you Astoot Bloglodites?
Imput in the form of blog post idears and such.
All I want to do is feed Boing-Boing and watch the Giants anymore.
Help me, Rhonda.
13 comments:
Get a job, that ought to do it!
Sketch something and snap us shots of the progression of it.
Start making some chotchkies and show us the progression of it.
Write a short story and show us the progression of it.
Keep you camera constantly at your side. We out here are desperate for any Bondo comments. Stay the course.
all very good idears...
how about (until something Blogworthy happens in your life; Ha!) just posting a picture-a-day.
It seems to be so easy for you - and not a Google pic either. Just a pic of ANY-livin-thing around the place or in your daily travels.
That should keep you busy.
You could start by taking a picture of your precious Boing-Boing, then the Giants, then Rhonda.
Get it?
...Got it!
...Good.
Dana did a blog like that and posted one picture a day for 365 days. She came up with some VERY good pictures.
Obviously, I know the feeling, though I have a post up over at www.musiconthecouch.com chronicling last week
As unpopular as it might be; take a break if you need it, but, not for too long, please. Don't get a job. Plant a garden, catch a fish, take the boat out on the slough, become a 7th day adventist and go on mission to Sudanstedt, sleep in a smow cave, chill out and drink some wine and start those damn Bondo chotchkies. Write a manifesto, take a nap, shave your head, get a tat on your face, or put a bone through your nose, start a rebellion, read Atlas Shrugged, just don't get a job. Get on Dancing with the stars or Survivor, take up Tebetian sand painting, become an alligator wrestler, bellie dancer or fire eater, read Jack Kourac, take LSD and listen to the Airplane, just, don't get a job.
Agree with Bruno...a job is not an option.
I defend my comment about getting a job. Not a carpenter hard work job, sheesh!...an old man job...maybe a helper at a local marina part time maybe join that apprentice program on wood boats, something to just get away from the whole shabang. You know...do something away from the Shack.
I know I'm right, I know my old buddy well!
A greeter at a honky tonk that specializes in southern barbacue and beer. The wooden boat apprenticeship thing sounds very interesting, I'd do that, over even putting a bone through my nose and being a ticket taker in the holy city of Mecca.
write a thesis on the history of mayonaise, spend a week in Rasin, California, become a T.M. master, or, rotate all the tires on the property.
Along the greeter lines I bet Wal-Mart would be happy to have you. They'd probably even give you a stool to sit on so you could greet the shoppers :)
Private chicken spinning classes.
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