In a recent e-mail exchange with one of my readers, I had asked her if she herself had a blog/journal/captain’s log and she said that it struck her as being a lot of pressure to write one that’s decent. I don’t really think I understood that properly until today. Monday was a holiday, Tom, at work, lost two shifts, so I gave him my morning shift today, so I have the whole day off. As I was eating my third peanut butter/mozzarella/ranch dressing waffle, I found myself thinking of things I can write about today. When I came to the conclusion that the best I could come up with was why I thought Arlo & Janis was funny today, I thought, dang. Keeping an interesting journal is hard.
Recalling a few resolutions I made previously about this journal and it’s purpose sort of allived that pressure. This is a online version of my personal journal, which helps me remember things. The fact that it’s publicly available is a byproduct. Of course, this resolution has only been observed in order to make me feel better about having nothing better to write about.
- Cat eating something
- Cat being chased off
- Janis looking angrily at the pan the cat was eating out of, and explaining to Arlo that the cat had got into the lasagna.
- Arlo explaining that he finds this distressing on several levels
Arlo and Janis is a married man’s comic strip. I don’t think it’s funny to anyone else. Not my favorite in the comics, but I’ve achieved a new level of appreciation for it in recent months.
At Freedom Place, I thought about typing more about the reasons why I wouldn’t want to ever date any of the “adults” who help out there that are in my age category. I can’t do that now, because I can’t think of any way to write down these things without being directly insulting to people that I do like… The reasons for giving reasons on why I find them undateable is designed to help my readers understand what makes me tick. I’m not hunting for people to date, just wanted to give some thoughts on why I wouldn’t date those three girls, if I had the want or chance.
Now, I think I’m going to bike down to Jason’s. See what’s going on. Don’t know how long I’ll stay. More on this later.