Monday, January 3, 2011

Ahem Meyham, Where Is My Catalyst?

Quitting smoking is like living without punctuation.  I'm not talking about the convenient absence precipitated by the advent of texting.  Oh no! I wish my lack of interval was a matter of efficiency and convenience.  Instead, my days feel like more of a run-on sentence with no end in sight.
A plottless streaming volubilithon.  Forilla.


I need to form a new segue. Chokers used to catalyze my efforts and now I have a wall to jump over every time I switch tasks. And that is a frequent occurrence when you have an attention span of a moth.

8 comments:

  1. This! is! bullshit!, man!

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  2. Hooray for comments! I am validated! My prairie scream falls not upon deaf ears! Even if the ears are those of my neighbor, my mom, my one blog friend and a gang of Asian robots. I love you all. Especially the girl robots.

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  3. Just doin' my part to keep you on the wagon. The current clarity of your blog inspires me. When are we bottling the Merlot (sort of on topic - eh?). Plus I like verifying silly words when post. Today's was 'thumpte'.

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  4. I would like to write verification words. Now that would be a great job. I can't think of one right now but if I had some time and a little money I bet I could come up with a real doozie. Maybe I'll write a proposal.

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  6. I'm not sure I can wrap my sober-ass head around your addendum. I can say that within a fortnight, your "wall" will crash back down into a much more hurtleable heap.

    (Verification Word = spizz. I really like this one.)

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