I can’t decide what I should write about. Every time I open the Write window to make a new post, my brain is immediately drowned in all the stuff that has gone on in the past few months — stuff that, had it been blogged about at the time, would be fairly interesting/entertaining (entrestaining), but is so day-to-day that it’s lost its punch now.
Look at that — I can’t even write a decent sentence anymore. What was that monster all about?
Anyway, If I was to keep a diary (which I tried once — I can’t do it; I just end up reading back through and picking out my own flaws), I wouldn’t be able to write “Dear Diary, Christmas Was Great!” in February any more than I could do it here.
Regardless: once, we had a Christmas. Then we flew down to Florida a few weeks later and had another Christmas and also attended a wedding. I can’t just write about that stuff now, though. (See: previous paragraph.)
Bulleted life list ahead:
We’re watching Psych a lot now. Sean/Gus are the (pre-season-4) J.D./Turk of crimefighting, except James Roday (Sean) is exclusively the quick, witty side of Zach Braff, sans the girly, flabby, pratfally, and try-too-hardy sides.
I thought up this fun plan to make a website containing only found photography (slides, obscure family photos, and so on). Then I realized that I didn’t currently have time to make a website. Then I realized that I give Flickr 25 bucks a year, so I might as well use it for something. So www.thelonelyscanner.com lies dormant, but here’s my Flickr set for The Lonely Scanner. Right now it has a bunch of fun slides. I add more every couple of days. Maybe soon it’ll be its own website.
My iPhone started to develop dead pixels recently (it may have been due to being dropped … a couple of times … on concrete), so I took it into the Apple Store. The Genius Bar guy totally came through for me and hooked me up with a shiny new replacement — even though I was over my 1-year contract. Completely awesome. Fatan Quincy Daigle II is currently safe in a case in my pocket, and will never, ever be dropped.
Out of consideration for my own well-being and general sense of crushing guilt, I decided that I needed to choose between Coke and beer. I chose beer, so I’m not drinking Coke anymore. I’m on day 1. It’s going well so far.