The Malcontent

To have a forum, then to have nothing to say. It’s pathetic.

I, who am usually chock-a-block with opinions (some of which are actually informed), am struck dumb. While I believe that it may just be a lingering malaise related to near-complete work dissatisfaction, it has really robbed me of my ability to write. I am two weeks over deadline on a freelance piece, my day-to-day work dribbles out in an unsatifying stream. And this blog? Wheezing towards lift-off.

I am afraid to become just another yammering political gasbag (“Too late!” cries the Peanut Gallery. “F#@k you!” replies our intrepid blogger.) and equally afraid of becoming an introspective self-referential mope-jockey whining about what to write.  

Waiting for the block to break.

Waiting.

Well, I know I’ll be sleeping more soundly tonight! One kooky hate-filled former wunderkind and the world’s most powerful interior decorator are facing the slam. United, of course, they formed the Axis of Pretty, Pretty Chess.

The evildoers can no longer force us to live in fear. Finally, we are all free to wear white shoes after labor day, abandon the use of place cards at dinner, and use the Saint George’s Defense with abandon!

It is worth noting, that this entire blogging process is fraught with deception and trickery (or at least my entire blogging process is, and will be for the foreseeable future, ’cause I’m crooked like Fox News. You’ve been warned.).

Example? The apparent first entry of this blog was written a couple of years ago, when I first tried The Malcontent out. I then screwed with the date in the editing process today. Everything got reordered, with new times, new dates, and the like. It’s pretty crafty. It conceals the fact that I have been doing nothing on this site for a couple of years (’cause I’m not merely crooked, I’m also lazy). I changed the date back a few months, just so I don’t forget I’m slack.

Reborn! Again!

Umm…but not “born again.” Definitely not. That’s entirely different.

OK, after having this blog since October of 2002, and posting to it approximately annually, I am trying, once again, to actually do some blogging. Bear with me–I’m technically incompetent, and highly amotivated by nature. I am, occasionally, funny. I doubt that is enough, but who knows?