I’m pretty certain I have writer’s block.
Or rather, I can’t think of anything to write. Which means I’m going to ramble aimlessly on about anything that comes to mind so I can convince myself this isn’t a permanent mental state. Because that would blow. Rambling is the best medicine. When you can’t write, you write.
You should see some of my journals from before I had a blog. Well maybe you shouldn’t see them. That would most likely be a very unfortunate turn of events. Let’s just act like I never mentioned any journals.
Let’s examine “writer’s block” shall we?
a condition, associated with writing as a profession, in which an author loses the ability to produce new work. The condition varies widely in intensity. It can be trivial, a temporary difficulty in dealing with the task at hand. At the other extreme, some “blocked” writers have been unable to work for years on end, and some have even abandoned their careers. It can manifest as the affected writer viewing their work as inferior or unsuitable, when in fact it could be the opposite.
That last sentence is pretty cool: I think I suck but I’m SECRETLY awesome. I’m all like Peter Parker and Spiderman or Bruce Wayne and Batman.
OK. So it’s not like either of those but Batman could totally kick Spiderman’s ass. What?! I’m just speaking the truth. Cause really? How could a dude with these kinds of moves NOT win in a fight?
However, there is some debate over whether Batman is even a superhero since he isn’t from another planet like Superman or genetically mutated like Spiderman.
Batman’s just one cool cat with a bag full of tricks. BUT, he does have an alternate personality and he does where a disguise and he does fight bad guys. Hence all the nerd debate.
Batman’s super in my book and that’s all that matters.
Yesterday we got a package in from Klout. They send me/us stuff because they think I’m cool on Twitter or something and want me to talk about the stuff they send me. Most of the stuff has been pretty cool.
Klout sent me an invite for a Tangled project they have going on and I thought it was for a screener of the film; I should have read for comprehension. We still got some cool stuff: a purple shirt with Rapunzel swinging by her hair which Cara quickly claimed, some Tangled Silly Bandz, a damn cute Pascal the Chameleon and a lithograph we won’t let the kids touch. In fact, I’m not even sure if the kids even know about it.
I present you with Pascal the Chameleon:
Ollie has an appointment with the allergist on Friday to see if he’s allergic to penicillin cause that’s a big deal and stuff. But I won’t be going. After the experience with Cara and her shots, I’m wussing out. If Tucker hadn’t been able to do it then OBVIOUSLY I would take Ollie but I got lucky.
And today, my kids seem determined to kill each other.
This random post brought to you by the drug caffeine and the disease ADD.