Blogger’s Block

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I am tempted to use cliché number 145 from the Big Book of Bloggerisms, "Sorry I haven't written in a while."

Well, I am not sorry. But there has been a lot on my mind. I have just been too busy with work and house sitting this week.

Ugh this is starting to sound generic despite my best efforts. OK I haven't been super inspired, but this has happened before.

Here is a list of topics that I could have blogged about this past week but didn't:

The rude gelato man being rude to us until we bought overpriced gelato. Possible post title: Not a Whole Lotto Gelato [For the Moolah-to?]

The gnome that I painted when I took Rachel to Color Me Mine (you're mine now Gnome!). Possible post title: Gnome Chomsky (because that's his name). I'll post a pc when Gnome Chomsky is home from the kiln.

The convenience of giving me small raise at work which occurred conveniently to make up for the raise in insurance premiums (and lowering of insurance coverage). Convenient!

The suburb silliness of labeling people as EITHER a pessimist or an optimist, thus pigeonholing them for life (because a pigeon in a hole can't move?). Ironically only an optimist would think this is a good idea. Wouldn't the very act of calling someone a pessimist make the labeler a pessimist (at least until he calls someone an optimist)? Because I am a critic of this kind of polarization of society and oversimplification of a very complex person, I have to be a pessimist (half empty). On the plus side, I don't have to be an optimist. Yes! (Half full). But I still get to be a pessimist even if I am positive about liking being a pessimist right? (Half full?). Wait, but I both er I uh sself-categorizing. . .too hard. Possible post title: The Glass Is Shattered! (I threw it on the ground!). Alternate title: Pigeon in a Hole

 

In conclusion, please enjoy the following mixed metaphor (Shakespeare used them so I can too):

I guess my blogger block has ended. Consider this blogger's block stacked.