Focus is for guys in good moods

And I am not one of those guys, so you are going to get a big scattershot of topics. Do I have single topics that could easily fill a full blog post? I have one. Am I going to use it? NO! YOU CAN’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!

That is point number one: I am pitching a tiny teenage rebellion in my mind. I don’t want to do anything productive, I don’t know how to fix my problems but I’m vaguely angry at the whole world for them. This is why I didn’t post yesterday (I’ve even lost track of my blogging schedule. gasp). I think I need this cold to go away, and maybe I need to hide under a pile of blankets for a while until I regain a sense of optimism.

The boy has been a whirling dervish of energy and mischievous behaviour. (See, here we are at a totally different topic). My best guess is that he is hopped up on a) self-confidence and b)a week full of non-standard activities, so he is testing the rules to see if they are still in place. Add in my lack of leaving the house due to the cold, and you have a good case of crazy cabin fever. Hopefully tomorrow is the chill out day everyone needs.

We all went to a wake this afternoon, so that’s another gristly piece of emotional meat I’m trying to chew through. I absolutely abandoned my normal process with Max, where I explain what’s happening and why we’re doing what we’re doing. I could not tackle the subject of death today. I sure did cringe every time he mentioned the deceased in the present tense, because I was letting him say something factually inaccurate and I was too chicken to correct him. But he had a good time, better than the other boy his age there who staged a demonstration in passive resistance by lying on the floor in the basement and doing nothing. For a three-year old, that’s quite a feat.

I am a poor househusband. Not poor in the sense that I don’t take care of the house-I manage well enough to keep things sort of clean, kind of. Nope, I’m talking cash-poor. It is such a difficult situation to be a negligible source of income for the family. I like to spend money. There are things I would like the family to have, like “savings”, “vacations” and “cat pee-free carpets”. So far, adding donation buttons to my blogs has brought in….let me check the tally board….add in the last-minute donations…SWEET DIDDLY ALL.  (Please note this is not a harassment aimed at you, my loyal readers. I am complaining for comedic effect. You are all breathtakingly attractive and I wouldn’t change a hair on your heads).

I’m going to package up the WitchKids story into an ebook in the next few days, complete with minor revisions. I’m going to put it up for sale for hopefully around 5 bucks, with this tantalizing incentive: if I sell 500 copies, I will instantly begin a new blog story set in the same universe, maybe even a direct sequel. Will it work? Oh, probably not. 500 is a big number, that’s why I picked it.

I’m wearing fleece-lined pants and they’re making me sweat, but my other pants are 2 floors away. That’s the last complaint I can muster right now, but if I think of anything else, I’ll add it in later.

 

Sour old man, huddled under blanket, sniffling

I’m in the throes of a cold, which has thankfully not exploded into a crippling malady, but it’s making me very tired and grumpy. Not the perfect state for a man watching a wild 2.95 year old, but we’re making due. I’ve probably skipped a scheduled blog day, and this one isn’t going to ring the bell of excellence, but it will deliver another buttload of commas. Commas!

Another true fact that I am now happy to have proven: ice cream DOES make a sore throat feel better. Does two bowls of ice cream make the sore throat doubly soothed? Probably not,but that didn’t stop me.

You may not know of the Canadian singer Keisha Chante. She’s not a bad r&b singer, but she cannot dance. Stiff wooden arms, tentative steps, just awful overall. Her latest song? ‘Table Dancer’. Why would you agree to sing a song that brags about something your just no good at? WHY KEISHA WHY?

I’m going back to the couch to sip some tea and quietly lament my unproductive ways.

I don’t have a theme, and that’s okay

First off: Oh lord, I hate ‘Glee. It is terrible. It takes a big steaming poop on every song it does. I know millions of people like it. I know people I like are fond of ‘it. Hopefully we can all just get along. I hated the movie ‘Moulin Rouge’ too,  for many of the same reasons.

Speaking of music, I have a recommendation for you if you’re a fan of rock’n’roll. Go find a copy of ‘Ironiclast’ by The Damned Things, and listen to it. The band is an amalgam of 3 other bands, one defunct and  two still going strong, and they blend together to make something new and deliciously heavy. For those who are curious, the 3 bands are :Fallout Boy, Anthrax, and Every Time I Die.

Time to change to a new topic altogether. When two men get to feuding, the most prevalent insults that will come flying out of their mouths will revolve around sexuality. Unlike other derisive or offensive insults, there might be a touch of biology in play here. Questioning a man’s sexual preference in front of potential mates would possibly decrease his reproductive viability, lowering his status in the group and raising his opponents. Or maybe I’m nuts.