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.

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!