The well has run dry...

I am fresh out of ideas. Everything I've written for the past week and a half has been crap and most of it I've scrapped. I am out of stories, jokes, and the general whatnot that you usually find here. The well has run dry.

I've even contemplated doing one of the memes that have been floating around blogdom, but I can't think of anything for them either. I can't even come up with a crappy Youtube video to share. I've been reading your blog but I can't even come up with a comment. I wish I could write like this guy, but I haven't got it in me.

Since I'm fresh out of ideas, I am opening up the floor to anyone with a suggestion. Please help me out of my writing funk. Any-effing-thing at all. I'm going to leave this post up until one of us gets an idea.

I leave you with a weird video,
Doc

Notes From The Bottom Drawer, "Things That F*cking Piss Me Off: Blogger" edition

I will be the first one to admit that blogging has become one of my most treasured pasttimes. When I get to know you better I'll tell you about the other three. Blogging has filled a void in my creative life I didn't even know I had, plus I've gotten to meet some damn interesting people because of it. A few I am lucky enough to call friends.



But Blogger likes to f*ck with me.



I can say in all honesty that when it comes to computers I am simply a user. I know just enough to make it do the handful of things I use it for. My idea of trouble-shooting is to check if it's plugged in and run defrag. If that doesn't work, restart it. There ends my expertise.



But Blogger likes to screw me around.



Example: I sit and spend three and a half hours (yes it takes me that long) writing the best thing I have ever written. It has facts, quotes, pictures, nuance, humor and a little bit of who I am wedged into eight paragraphs. I sign my name and publish it because I am eager to share it with my friends and get their feedback. I hit "View Blog" and see my painstakingly created vision up on the World Wide Web and Blogger has put sixteen spaces between my paragraphs. Suddenly my eight paragragh masterpiece is four feet long. I go back and try to delete the extra spaces, save it, and publish it again. Now it is eight feet long.



Example Two: I read your blog. It is funny and heartfelt as always. I feel compeled to say something as your post has moved me. I click on the comments and a box pops up saying "Do you want me to display the secure and unsecure information?" If I click yes or no, it doesn't matter, it shows me the same comments either way. I write my little pearl of wisdom and go to send it off when I realize that Flannery is signed in to Blogger, not me. I change accounts and sign in. Now I have to go back to your blog, click on comments, rewrite my pearl of wisdom and send it off. The "Secure/Unsecure " box pops up and I close it. I hit the back button because I want to see if there are older posts that I haven't read. The "Secure/Unsecure" box comes up again. It takes me six clicks to get to the page I was just looking at. Who has that kind of time?



Example Three: I write a post that needs a picture. I spend fifteen minutes tracking down a picture that is close to what I want. Copy, flip back, fill, size, and position. Now I want the picture to one side or the other, but no amount of struggle and swearing can make the paragraph line up with the top of the photo. I know this can be done. I've seen it on your blog.



Example Four: I put lyrics or a quote at the top of my blog because it has something to do with what I'm talking about. I find it helps to use a few words by famous people as it tends to give what I write a little credibility. The lyrics don't look right all shoved to the left, so I highlight them and hit the center button. The letters magicaly jump to the center and the sentence divides itself evenly. It looks great. I scroll down to read over what I've already written, just to check for typos, misspellings, and continuity and everything I just penned is now centered too and how much of a computer idiot I am is really driven home.



Example Four: All the cool kids on the block now have a new tool that not only lists their blog roll but also gives the title and how long ago it was posted. I want one. I tinker with the layout and follow the 1st grader instructions and manage to get Beth's "A Cup Of Coffey" on there and that's it. It won't take any more. I tinker some more and manage to erase my sound widget and my prized photo of Denham Elliot.



Example Five: Blooger doesn't have a complaints department.



Damn Blogger.



If this wasn't free, I'd want my money back.



Doc

Do you have time for a few random thoughts?

Well the summer heat has just started to kick in with temps in the mid-nineties and the humidity at about the same, but some have found ways to beat the heat.

I think it has fried my brain. With that in mind, let me share some of my hallucinations, delusions, and general meanderings.

• I have a small scar at my hairline from a bad zit I had as a teenager. It bugs me.


• It is tough living with three artists in the house. There isn't a room in our house that does have an example of their art DRAWN ON the wall. The youngest won't quit drawing on the walls and playing her guitar really loudly at all hours. The oldest enjoys cutting things up with scissors, even things we wanted to keep, to create some of her art. While Flannery is a grand master at good conversation, wit, and sarcasm and it takes a lot out of me to keep up with her.


• I asked my dad once why they call a bottle opener a churchkey. He asked me, "What is there to steal in a church?". Well, nothing I could think of. "There you go, why bother to lock the door if there isn't anything to steal?" It didn't really answer my question, but I had it answered two weeks later when thieves broke into our church and stole three air conditioners, two computers, and the Minister's ivory chess set, but all of the robes and hymnals were still there.


• I have that "not so fresh feeling" more often than I care to admit.


• I hate advertising so much I quit listening to the radio, and I tape all four of the shows I watch on tv so I can skip the commercials, as well as canceling my subscription to the newspaper. I only wear clothing that endorses something that I would recommend to friends and loved ones (e.g. B.B. King, Harvard, Monopoly, Jimi Hendrix, Guinness).


• On Cap'n Ergo's visit, he took a photo of the books in our bathroom. Two Foxtrot collections, a Calvin & Hobbes book, as well as the new, revised Aristotle Reader. Three comic books and a philosophy book. I'm sure he did this for some future blog post, but what does this say about us?


• I never liked the phrase "chewing the fat" or "Bullshitting". I like "Shooting the Bull". It sounds like we are getting something done.


• I can honestly admit I have learned something, when to speak up. I'm still a little shaky on the keeping the mouth closed thing though. At any given time, I have at least six wrong answers to any seven questions.


• I have never been arrested for a violent crime. Wacky, stupid, and midly drunken -yes, but never violent. I've been busted and escorted home for throwing a water ballon. Funny story that is.


• Somewhere out there, you have a Doppleganger, but you are having much more fun than they ever will, look better, make more money, have a nicer place, much better taste, and a mysterious quality that just makes people want to be your friend. The only drawback is they have a cooler car and have a lot more sex, but they are never as happy as you always will be.


• Look in your silverware drawer. Do you have a fork or a spoon that you have no idea where they came from? I keep finding odd spoons and forks that just don't match our pattern and I don't know where they are coming from. And for some odd reason, it is never a butter knife. All of those are ours.


• The pumpkin patch is doing well. We have a contest going to see who grows the best with a case of Good Beer on the line. John and Meshell are the judges, but I know they can be be bribed with the right amount of Bud Light Lime finding it's way to the right fridge.


• A guy stops into his favorite watering hole after work and notices a new machine next to the jukebox and pinball machines. He asks the bartender about it and he tells him that it tells your fortune if you pee into a cup, but it costs $10. So the guy puts in his money and a little paper cup drops out like a coffee vending machine. He goes to the Gent's and takes a whiz and returns it to the machine and puts it in. The machine whirrs and beeps and in thirty seconds, kicks out a piece of paper. It reads, "You Will Be Confounded By The Future". "Crummy piece of shit," he pronounces, "I'll show it!" and he heads home. He has his wife, his teenage daughter, and the dog pee in a cup. To top it all off, he pours in some oil from his car and masturbates into it as well. He returns to the bar, inserts $10, and pours in his mixture. The machine whirrs and beeps for a good five minutes and kicks out a piece of paper. He snatches it up and reads, "You Wife Is Cheating On You With Your Best Friend, Your Daughter Is Pregnant By A Haitian Drug User, Your Dog Is Going To Have Puppys, Your Car Needs A Valve Job, And If You Keep That Up You Will Go Blind."


• Is it weird that I can understand why someone would want to have something pierced, but I don't understand the desire to get tattoos? A hole grows over if you don't use it, but tattoo's are for life.


• When are spats going to come back in style? Can anyone tell me?


• For every mosquito bite you don't get, thank a bat, a spider, or a duck.


• Some of my favorite phrases are, "You Win!", "The Money Is All Yours!", "Here...", "I've got a present for you," "Your turn," No, I'll pick up the check,"and "What would You Like Me To Do Next?' Runner-Up Phrases include, "Sir, I believe you dropped this $50 bill,", "Would you like a free one?", and "The name on the grave is Arch Stanton."


• I seldom give dictation.


• Have you ever found a bruise on yourself you can't account for?


• Why does cold beer in hot weather work so much better in you rather than on you? It doesn't really cool you off as much as you would hope, but you don't seem to mind the heat as much.


• I'm thinking of adopting a Slovenian, or an experienced teacher. Any suggestions?


• The older I get, the more I start wondering where and when I spent my misspent youth.


• Impeachment is not enough; A good spanking then a Firing Squad.


• Did anyone catch the weather? It's very hot here.


• I wish I had an automatic ice-maker. I'd fill the hot tub.


• I took Spanish in High School because I have trouble spelling English, why try French?


• A bottle in front of me is better than a Frontal-Lobeotomy.


• I cry at movies and it makes me ashamed of myself. Who cries at the end of a porno?


• "Ped" is Latin for foot & child. That is why we have pedals on a bike and pedophiles in jail.


• I hate the fact that our money is becomeing more colorful. Can't we just stick with green? I like green.


• Why would anyone file their teeth unless they were a cannibal? And if they were, I bet they only had a few close friends, and they didn't work in customer service.


• Do you own a bathing suit that you look great in? I don't, but somebody must. They keep selling them.


• Why have I never gotten one single telegram?


• Water Polo should be banned. It is tough on the horses.


• Join the fight against metrics. We don't want no Foreign Rulers.


• I'm addicted to reading bumper stickers even though my eyesight isn't that good. I'm apt to be a jerk and tail gate you for a mile or two just so I can read what it is you endorse. I'm funny like that.


• The new Indiana Jones movie was very good, almost as good as the first one.


• I have regretted eating squid, organ meats, and a small portion of Flannery's chili.


• I'm sure your mother had her faults, but she was a fantastic person, and everyone who knew her would agree, except this one guy in high school who hit on her and she wouldn't come across, but he is generaly ignored because it is understood that he is an asshole.


• I've played marbles for money.


• If you raise a shitstorm, it is best not to check the weather every five minutes.


• If you have been bitten by a dog, is it okay to bite him back?
  

Cheers,

Doc

A Tough And Tragic Decision Needs To Be Made.

The price per gallon now rivals your favorite cold beverage by the six. What is a poor boy to do? It is a quandry.

Well, it is a good thing I have some comfortable boots, because I have a thirst. Can you give me a lift to the Circle K?

Doc