By fits and starts, I’m trying to get SB back up and running.
Such as it is.
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But hey, at least now you can “Follow my blog with Bloglovin!” Right, now that that’s out of the way ….
It’s been nearly a month since the last FCR. One would think I’d have plenty to write about today, but eh, not so much. Dredging the Internet for the awesome and the absurd hasn’t been a real high priority lately.
Still, there’s enough going on to warrant a 30th installment.
Nothing like skull-crushing boredom to make you do something you haven’t done for awhile. That’s right, it’s time to change things up around here!
What did I do? Ha ha! I went outside.
Hrm. Looks like rain.
Yes, it really has been that boring recently.
It’s Friday, and the
troglodytes regulars over at Reddit have discovered me!
Turns out Σ thinks posts about cars suck too.
A “spammer” eh? Damn. Imagine the reaming I’d get over there if I actually posted in the same category more than once a week.
This week’s writing advice is short and to the point. If you’re writing for anything other than grades, don’t hesitate to promote the ever-loving crap out of yourself.
The salesman in me ain’t dead yet after all.
That said, allow me to make a plug or 20.
I have a nasty habit of over-thinking things. Like in high school, when I’d do things like turn the prospect of an innocuous prom date into a 60-year commitment in my head.
And then forget about the damn thing anyway.
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And so it is with blog entries. No one said I had to write Pulitzer Prize-winning material every damn day. So with that in mind, today’s installment of “Lane Tells You How to Write!” keeps things simple.
I can’t speak for other bipolars, but when I’m down like I have been the past couple weeks I don’t turn into some Robert Smith or Morrissey-esque emo buzzkill. Stereotypes are a bitch.
Besides, I’ve always been more of the Peter Lorre type.
No, the real problem is I can’t get anything done. When getting up before 5 p.m. becomes a major accomplishment, things like cooking become about as feasible as making steel in my backyard.
Well, assuming I had a backyard. (Nothing like throwing in a random, snarky Chairman Mao reference, is there?)
It’s Friday. Concert weekend with Rush at last!
And it’ll be so, so much cooler than this.
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Looking forward to pleasant temperatures and no opening act this time around (in stark contrast to having to endure 45 minutes of Mr. Big, as was the case back in 1992), I’m packed and ready to go. All that’s left here is the Friday Crap Roundup.
There’s no doubt about it, Boise is a great town for bicycles. Now while one doesn’t see the waves of two-wheeled humanity one would expect in places like Beijing, bicycles remain very popular. Yup, that includes the occasional motorized bicycle.
Although I’m not ready for the motorized version just yet, a couple months ago I figured it was a good idea to get back on this bandwagon.
Turns out I’m still trying.