chi.mer.i.cal | 1. created by or as if by a wildly fanciful imagination; highly improbable
2. given to unrealistic fantasies; fanciful
cog.i.ta.tions |
1. thoughtful considerations; meditations
2. serious thoughts, carefully considered reflections
it isn't the type of question that one thinks about very much. just one of life's little mysteries that goes unheeded until one is suddenly confronted by the need to think about it. that question is, what on earth is one supposed to blog about?
one realises, after going to the trouble of actually creating a blog, that the endeavour isn't quite as simple as one thought it would be.
the foremost challenge is to actually think of a topic to blog about. one quickly arrives at the conclusion that one's life isn't quite as interesting as one would suppose. one realises how easy it is to curl one's lip up at the offerings put up by other bloggers - dismissing them as badly written, self-absorbed narrations of mundane existences. drivel that, for some unfathomable reason, is hugely popular amongst the unenlightened masses. sheep. sheep with bad taste, at that.
then one sets up a blog and gets stuck. in a rut. a rut that is suffering from a severe dearth of inspiration and creativity. it's almost enough to make one feel apologetic about one's blog-snobbishness. almost, of course, except that most of the other blogs out there really are rank.
to exacerbate the problem of a lack of content, one also encounters stylistic difficulties. for example, one begins to wonder why one is refering to oneself in the third person. a quite retarded thing to do. now, if we had instead used the royal plural - now that would be understandable. appropriate, even.
thankfully, however, we live in a country in which a shortage of creativity is an endemic malaise. we can hence quite rightfully blame our national education system and government in general for our inadequacies. we are, of course, not blaming the latter - a constitutional law course will familiarise you both with the peculiarities of defamation law as it applies to the private citizen and political figures in this country.
which is all fine and well, except that it brings us back to the point that we have nothing of interest to share with our reading audience. which at this moment probably consists of our wife - and this is probably an appropriate juncture at which to switch away from the royal plural - my wife and my sister.
diary of my day : woke up, ate breakfast, ate lunch, took a 20 minute nap, played basketball, ate dinner, ate supper, write a blog entry while watching west brom nullify chelsea in the first half of their game. decadant, but not particularly edifying. and hardly worth elaborating on.
oh well. i'll get better at this blogging business. maybe i shall add some pictorial illustrations tomorrow. might spice up this blog somewhat.
if nothing else, at least this entry has a captivating title, no?
one realises, after going to the trouble of actually creating a blog, that the endeavour isn't quite as simple as one thought it would be.
the foremost challenge is to actually think of a topic to blog about. one quickly arrives at the conclusion that one's life isn't quite as interesting as one would suppose. one realises how easy it is to curl one's lip up at the offerings put up by other bloggers - dismissing them as badly written, self-absorbed narrations of mundane existences. drivel that, for some unfathomable reason, is hugely popular amongst the unenlightened masses. sheep. sheep with bad taste, at that.
then one sets up a blog and gets stuck. in a rut. a rut that is suffering from a severe dearth of inspiration and creativity. it's almost enough to make one feel apologetic about one's blog-snobbishness. almost, of course, except that most of the other blogs out there really are rank.
to exacerbate the problem of a lack of content, one also encounters stylistic difficulties. for example, one begins to wonder why one is refering to oneself in the third person. a quite retarded thing to do. now, if we had instead used the royal plural - now that would be understandable. appropriate, even.
thankfully, however, we live in a country in which a shortage of creativity is an endemic malaise. we can hence quite rightfully blame our national education system and government in general for our inadequacies. we are, of course, not blaming the latter - a constitutional law course will familiarise you both with the peculiarities of defamation law as it applies to the private citizen and political figures in this country.
which is all fine and well, except that it brings us back to the point that we have nothing of interest to share with our reading audience. which at this moment probably consists of our wife - and this is probably an appropriate juncture at which to switch away from the royal plural - my wife and my sister.
diary of my day : woke up, ate breakfast, ate lunch, took a 20 minute nap, played basketball, ate dinner, ate supper, write a blog entry while watching west brom nullify chelsea in the first half of their game. decadant, but not particularly edifying. and hardly worth elaborating on.
oh well. i'll get better at this blogging business. maybe i shall add some pictorial illustrations tomorrow. might spice up this blog somewhat.
if nothing else, at least this entry has a captivating title, no?
0 Responses to “sex”
Leave a Reply