I appreciate you, my loyal audience. I didn’t really think about readership or building a following when I started this, but despite my inattention, you keep comin’ back. You don’t seem to mind that I wander away from my supposed theme to explore some weird bit of nonsense that I’m wondering about. And some of these posts have been less than stellar, but that hasn’t dissuaded you. I would give you a reward of some sort, but I am both poor and lazy, so  you’ll just have to make due with heaps of kudos. Cheers to you!

Where do we go next, now that the WitchKids story is all done (what, you didn’t know? Go look! http://evoser.wordpress.com/)?

Not sure, right at the moment. There hasn’t been a miraculous arrival of an agent with a fat contract, but expecting that to happen would be hoping against the odds, in the same order of counting on the lottery to pay off. I have other ideas that have been rolling around in the back of my head, waiting for their turn. Maybe I’ll edit WitchKids, because it;s full of typos and awkwardly written bits, but that’s not in the short-term plan. For now, I think I’ll just take some pride at putting this story to bed and give my brain a little vacation. Hooray for me!

I tried to blog while watching a television last time, and I was very distracted. I think we’ve all learned a lesson. Well, actually, no I haven’t learned a darn thing, since I’m doing it again.

Also stacked against the chance that this will be genius gilded in gold-leaf and hilarity is that I’m tired and scatterbrained. The wife was home with a cold today, which throws the world into a state of chaos. I have to keep an eye on the dude to keep him from going up and waking her from a much-needed nap. Plus, I feel compelled to run around and try to help her with everything, but with no clear  direction I tend to be underfoot and irritating. So, my mental focus is virtually non-existent. And my mother-in-law left this morning after a very nice week-long visit, so the household is just beginning the recovery from company process. As an FYI, grandma confirmed that the little dude gives the sweetest kisses ever, so send home the other contestants.

In the few bursts of mental activity that I’ve been  able to manage today, I’ve been day-dreaming about an entirely impractical Star Wars story. The story would almost certainly lead me to legal trouble with that damnable Lucas, assuming anyone ever read it, so the effort spent writing it would be hard to justify. That may be why I return to the idea occasionally, my safe little unfulfillable pipe dream where I wreak revenge on the awful man who ruined my Vader.

For a change, I’m planning to have my turn with the cold this weekend. Instead of pretending that I will be immune to the illness swarming around me, I’ll put it into the schedule and if it magically misses me, extra free time!

It sucks the  funny out of  any comedic moment to sit down and thoroughly dissect it, but I can’t help ruminating on my sense of humour and where it came from.

This latest examination was triggered by watching the first season of “The IT Crowd” again. There is something about the British sitcom that really makes me laugh, especially the more absurd ones. My childhood memories are full of these sitcoms, like  “Some Mothers do have’em” or “On The Buses”. The one that I watched as a  boy and still find delightful is “Are You Being Served?” and it set down a clear pattern of the kind of show that really gets me laughing.

It’s a little strange that my mother was so fond of these shows, but I guess you don’t have to be English to enjoy the shows (obviously). I have to remember those times, sitting in front of the tv watching the sitcoms on TVO with the Lottario draw in between shows, as happy time that I spent with my mother. I tend to draw a blank when I try to think of any childhood memory with anything other than ambivalence, so this can serve me as a sign that I didn’t totally sleepwalk through my early years.

I’m not going so far as to say that these early shows created my sense of humour, but I think I was drawn to them because they were the right fit for me. I shy away from comedy writing (for some reason) but when I return to it, I”m bound to return to the zany situations and character types that send me into fits.