Global Warming, better than Global Cooling

My new tenant is Michael, from Upstate New York. He is a Blogin Idiot. He made his first post on 8/5/2004; hit 10,000 on 5/18/2005; 20,000 on 10/31/2005; and 30,000 on 2/24/2006.

That is a lot of content. But, like most New Yorkers, upstate or city, he can be such a whiner. Mugged, he complained last monday, he feels he has been mugged and is in a miserable blue funk as he listens to the robins chirping about spring. Ha! Take a grander from my bedroom window this morning and speak to me of such quibble. Global warming, bring it on!

Mugged

Monday, April 10, 2006


I must have gotten mugged on my journey to find myself.
What else explains the fact that I feel miserable and out of sorts?

The sun is shining and the robins are flirting around sending out the song that spring has arrived. The color blue of the sky is the most amazing color that I have ever seen. There should be a joy in me to match the season.

Yes, I should be happy and I can't tell you why I just would prefer to be sleeping. I've been dragging my butt and can't understand it. I'm not really sick. Not really injured. Not really stressed. Not really hurried. I can't even blame it on the moon.

In fact I haven't blown up any TVs for almost a week. I haven't stabbed myself in 5 days. I can show you a list of happy things that have settled down upon my mantle.

Maybe I am simply tired. Not sleeping to avoid some dreams that want to pounce on me? Maybe it's more. Maybe it's just a chance for me to whine? I think I am trying to become an expert? How am I doing?

Maybe it's a convenience thing. As I think of some things I wanted to write about I find I just can't pull it all together. Like writing about the FBI is infiltrating the local clothing stores like Old Navy or restaurants like Friday's. You can tell because they wear the earpiece that is connected to a communicator. They are wired. As I walked by that Old Navy and saw the people walking around wearing these headsets I was all of a sudden hungry for some French fries.

Maybe it's an avoidance thing. Proving that I live my life vicariously through my kids. I could have written about our conversation concerning our youngest's after school craft teacher. How my wife had mentioned that my oldest would have really liked her. He mumbles why? She proceeds to say because she is blond and pretty... and my youngest adds, "and really nicely shaped". (He's just 7!) He back peddles out of that one but when questioned what her name is he goes, "Summer" followed by this sigh that just rocks the world.

Yeah, I'm thinking that I must have been mugged. Lost my memory of the situation and I am just recovering from the ordeal.

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