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  • “I wrote a song, but I can’t read music. Every time I hear a new song on the radio I think, “Hey, maybe I wrote that.”” Stephen Wright

    Since I recently seem to have gotten an influx of new readers, I feel somewhat pressured to write a witty, insightful blog post to impress them all.

    Of course, that’s really just not how I work.

    WordPress recently integrated an interesting feature that keeps track of each blog post and then encourages/goads you into updating more frequently (410 posts!!!! Only 5 MORE to get to 415!!!!). Assumedly it’s aimed at reducing dead/abandoned blogs.  While I’ve been blogging long enough, I can’t tell anyone how to make money doing it nor even give them tips on making them update more often. There was a service that I signed up for that gave a daily topic, but I gave up after….um…one. It feels like a cop-out to write using someone else’s idea.

    My blog exists because I feel like noting some information down at any given time and because I don’t put any pressure on myself to produce. Consistency? Ha! What’s that??!?

    Of course, downing some scotch makes it a lot easier.

    I’m not going to lie, if I ever manage to make it to a Freshly Pressed site, I’ll be pretty proud. But I’ll feel better that all the links off to the side will get more clicks. That’s what my blog is about – sharing and talking about stuff that I think is cool, odd, or otherwise mentionable.


  • A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams. – John Barrymore

    Having a puppy made me realize how much extra time that I had that I was squandering. Of course, the irony is that now that I have the dog I don’t have any spare time to squander.

    I’m starting to get that feeling….the one that says, “You need to take some time to enjoy doing some things that you enjoy doing – playing guitar and recording songs”.  I’ve been reading some recording books at work so that I can try and capture that mindset again. While walking the dog I’ve had some song ideas float through my head. Granted, now that I have a smartphone I could make verbal notes to myself but since it’s a smartphone, I haven’t figured it out yet.

    My dad’s birthday was October 4th.

    I didn’t do anything in his memory although I had a fleeting thought of having a drink in his honor.  But I’m pretty sure I was out of scotch (which wasn’t his drink) and had no orange juice (for a screwdriver that he once admitted that he drank in college).   It’s very hard for me to drink his beer (Budweiser = rusty nails).

    Honestly, I think I was too tired to do it.

    Walking a more-than-energetic dog twice a day is pretty draining. And time consuming.  He’s still a puppy but luckily he’s learning fast. And a fast learner.

    Here he is in his upcoming costume, “Bat with 100-mph-tail”.