Friday, December 30, 2011

Sometimes I feel like this year punched me in the face


















Settle down, homie.

I'm sure I deserved it, but writer's block, here, in comments, on paper that none shall ever see, still? Is this because I lifted my pen from work, I lift all my pens from work, they're quite nice & not runny like my mucus-infused schnoz, though this Lepidoptera-flush stomack is the real scalawag, no, 'tis not due this time to the artes magicae of that, that's not my fault, that, some things are beyond control's skeletal grasp.

No, I don't use pens to comment, would only ruin this first world widescreen, I know that's tired, you gadget whores. I'm tired. Of a lot. Check that dramatic break, & I didn't even go to screenwriter camp.

See you soon, probably, for another 365 days of the same old crap, because what the hell else am I gonna do waiting for the lazy apocalypse to stop being lazy?

20 comments:

BDR said...

Bleggalgaze!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Cheer up, R.G. Another day, another dollar, as they say, and that rock isn't going to roll itself up the hill.

Furthermore, if the vulture didn't spend all day eating your guts out, there'd be no room for the new ones that grow in each night. Right?
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MRMacrum said...

Deserve's got nothin to do with it. Shit happens. Most times the same shit. On occasion good shit. The trick seems to be knowing the difference.

May your next year be full of good shit and not the same ole shit you had this year.

Karl Franz Ochstradt said...

I think life has been punching me in the kidneys and face since... oh... about the time that picture's scene was brand-new in our culture. I'm still waiting for Lucy to set up that table full of donuts, and I'm ready to find out what those sneaky Renault brothers are up to. Never trust a froggy canuck!

Laura said...

Well, now I feel even shittier than I did before I waltzed in here.

My sinuses are back up, causing the top of my head to feel like it's about to shoot off of my shoulders. If I was well, I'd have some encouraging words for you-I'm sure. :)

All I have to offer is a ((Hugs)) with a titty press included. Hope that helps. :)

Laura

zencomix said...

Watch out for those "Neti Pot" remedies! Some dude down south used tap water, and died from a brain eating amoeba infection. There's no telling what zombie inducing parasites might be living in Lake Erie tap water.

Well, my tryin' ain't done no good...

Demeur said...

SOS different year? I'm sure the Bard of Avon is rolling in his grave somewhere.

It's not over till it's over. I didn't hear anybody here say "Rosebud".

Demeur said...

Laura not too close he could be contagious.

Zen I'll bet anything Bubba used creek water. It's natural you know.

Tom Harper said...

My grandma swore by the ol' neti pot, said it was good for what ails you. I trusted her and now I've got a brain eating amoeba infection. I know, I know -- "how could they tell?"

Otto Mann said...

I'm all for the Neti Pot. You can make a cheap, homemade Neti Pot out of a honey bear, you know, when you're not using the honey bear for a bong. Just don't be flushing your nose with raw tap water. Or bongwater.

Beach Bum said...

I lift all my pens from work, they're quite nice & not runny...

I not only lift pens from my work but batteries as well. The AAs are the industrial kinds and pit that damn bunny to shame.

that girl said...

let it be known the fisticuffs were not courtesy of the Duchess.

get thee some ginger homie. Boil that stuff up, it'll make your ears burn but you'll feel better.

Also, I haven't written anything either.

Life As I Know It Now said...

I second what Otto Man said!

Get well soon and Happy New Year. It's our last year "they" say so enjoy the hell out of it...after you get better of course. :)

susan said...

Not to worry. One of these days the interwebs will be wiped out by massive solar flares and you'll be reduced to communicating your prose by semaphore and I'll be drawing pictures on cave walls again. In the meantime we'll all entertain one another as best we can under the circumstances. HNY :-)

that girl said...

And lo, when that day Susan prophecies approacheth, thou shalt testify to the goodness of bookes not on kindles and scoff at the clouds that hath dissolves in the rayne of flames from the sun.

S.W. Anderson said...

". . . what the hell else am I gonna do waiting for the lazy apocalypse to stop being lazy?"

You could . . .

Write a how-to book, Darkthroning for Dummies.

Swipe a snow-making machine so you can get your fix, even when Mother Nature isn't being cooperative.

Open the world's first catering biz that caters to cannibals.

There, that ought to keep you busy for awhile. HTH. :)

Jim H. said...

There is no such thing as writer's ... uh, what was I saying? What was I thinking? Uh. Oh.

Yeah, happy new year to you, too!

David Barber said...

Happy New Year, my friend. apologies for my absence of late. Will try harder to get round my goof friend's blogs this year.

Best wishes to you and your family for 2012!

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

R.G. phone home!
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Mauigirl said...

Feel better soon! And Happy New Year! 2012 can't be worse than 2011 and with any luck it will be better!