A big plate of ... nothing.

I knew it was coming.

And yet, here I am. What am I talking about?

Call it blogger block. You'd think with the Internet at one's disposal, one would have important things to whine about, or be productive by pointing one's readers to something interesting, or controversial or bloviate on and on about myself and so on.

But for some reason - I've got nothing.

Sure I could whine about how moronic and prejudicial the bus drivers around here are; how they act in a discriminatory manner to people like me who are neither white, nor female.

Or I could bitch and moan about the impotent excuses for pets we have in our house who do nothing useful. Sure they scratch up the place, destroy furniture, stink it up joint with the abject stench of stupidity, disobedience and attention-seeking.

Or I could lament those days where I wish every day was a Saturday, and I was a millionaire.

But since I've already written those things - continuing on with those topics are somewhat useless.

I suppose I could rant further about another new way the right-wing is fucking up the world, how we're all fucking up the world, how many more people are being killed, how we're slowing killing ourselves with what we eat, what we drink, how we burn ourselves slowly to death in the sun, or destroy ourselves from within by all the future cancers growing inside of us.

I could whine about how sad the situation is in Canada that enough voters were conned into voting in the former Reform Party into office for the next 4-5 years, and that they have truly no idea what destruction of society they are in for.

Then there's wishing and hoping KISS would reunite. Or perhaps Guns 'n Roses.


Maybe I'd like Metallica to play some of their old songs once again in standard tuning (that would be low to high: E A D G B E).

But really, those are just random thoughts in my head. Really I've nothing to think about beyond those singular thoughts.

Is it a senior moment?

Have I become a victim of the digital world and finally am seeing my attention span wither down to where everyone else on Facebook is?

I could be just bored, but I know it's not that.

I'm weary. Yeah, maybe that's it.

I'm weary of constantly having to deal with idiocy, stupidity, and moronicism every single day. If not in myself, in the rest of the world.

It could also be that I'm weary of having thousands of ideas roll through my head every week, and then take virtually no steps to follow up on any of them and turn them into reality, either due to lack of time, know-how, or simple follow-through.

I could say it's a mid-life crisis, but I think I've been feeling this way for the last 10 years or so. It just so happens that the numbness isn't just in my brain, but my fingers, my heels, my ass, my head ....

... hey ... maybe I'm just sick.

But, isn't that what blogs are for?