Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Finger Cramp!

I can’t decide whether or not it’s wrong to use blogging as a time-wasting avoidance tactic. I mean…isn’t that what Facebook is for? Mindless, addictive, totally useless Facebook? That’s totally not what I’m doing here. Being mindless, addicted or totally useless, I mean. Blogging requires creativity (except for poll day). It’s an art. I’m not writing this shit for you, I’m crafting it. There’s a difference. So I should take no issue with stopping what I’m technically “supposed” to be doing to listen to the call of the muse or whatever. I mean, it’s kind of my duty, to not let inspiration pass me by. My duty as a “writer”. Yes, I may call myself a “writer”. I don’t even have to tack “aspiring” to the front of that term, wanna know why? Because when I’m done type – type - typing away here, I’m going to hit a button called publish. And BOOM. I’m a published fucking writer. I don’t need to aspire to shit. You try to bring up the fact that I’m not getting paid for this and I’ll cut you.

Kara’s crabby today. That’s what you’re turning to say to whoever is in the room right now. And you’ll be correct, I am crabby. That’s also my duty as a card-carrying member of the fairer sex, to be crabby for no apparent reason. I don’t try to explain it. I just warn you that it’s coming so you can dress in the appropriate riot gear.

This election has me bored. I know. I want to punch me in the face too. This nonsense with McCain ads comparing Obama to Paris Hilton…it’s just dumb. I can’t even find a better adjective for how dumb it is, so I’ll stick with a poetic device instead. It’s as dumb as how long I’ve been staring at this mole on my stomach and wondering if it looks pre-cancerous without ever having seen an actual picture of a pre-cancerous mole. I’ll probably go google one in the not-too-distant future.

But first, it’s stupid hot in here and the Missus is wearing socks and slippers because he doesn’t like the cold concrete floor. Is this weird to anyone else? Maybe I need to make it the next poll. I am sometimes obsessed with trying to understand people. I often come up short. [Due to my height, I now feel like I should be offended by that term and will cease using it.] I often end up disappointed. Not in the people, but in myself for failing to understand them. I’d make a terrible head shrinker. In both occupational senses of the word.

This post has come full circle. If that full circle was missing a chunk out of the left side, I mean. But this is what you get when I try to post more than once a week in the summer. You get time-wasting avoidance blurbs. And with that…the chunk has been filled in. I bid you good day.

17 keep(s) me blogging:

nic said...

Here's to being crabby as a God-given right for being female. I don't have a reason to be crabby at the moment, since there has been a bizarre change of events in my life, but I completely understand.

And have you seen Idiocracy? You need to watch it if you think the McCain/Obama/Paris Hilton junk is stupid. I don't think I'll ever respect TV again for fear of becoming a f*cking moron.

I need to blog. I have been neglectful.

I hope you feel better soon. :)
Love ya!

Stinkypaw said...

What did you mean exactly by "Kara's crabby today"? Sorry... I don't get that?

theWaif said...

What is this, I thought you only blogged twice a month these days. What's with the proliferation lately? This is like your 4th blog post in 7 days. You going for a record or something?

I think I know what it is. You just wanted my post off the front page. I see how you are. Well, we'll see about that. I'm working on a doozy of a post to be posted on your blog in the very near future. You think you're crabby now, you just wait missy...

That said, yes, I do think wearing socks and slippers is weird. In the summer, mind you.

theWaif said...

BTW, pickle party's at 3pm.

Be there or be not there and we'll eat your pickles.

Gorilla Bananas said...

Here's an idea: take off all your clothes and roll around on that cold concrete floor. You'll lose you crabbiness and get a new perspective on life.

Orhan Kahn said...

Can't believe you haven't looke me up on Facebook. You should be ashamed of yourself!

And love it when you're crabby. It does strange things to my mojo. Such a shame you're a terrorist.

Rachel said...

You're bored?! NO! That's exactly what McCain the Putz wants! That's why he started this whole thing--he wants to turn off the whole election-joy excitement in us Young-uns into disgust and boredom! Don't let him do it you too!!!!


Ahem, sorry about that. What I really want to say is, what does finger-cramp have to do with this. And, you like Facebook? I have an account there too, and I'm bored with it.

The Future said...

To build on Rachel's comment, your boredom and worse yet mass boredom in November will work against us so, "SNAP OUT OF IT"!

Robert the Skeptic said...

Bloging is hard work... I know, I found it hard so I quit. (well, it's nagging me so I will write something... soon) Yes, FaceBook is indeed for trivial crap like your favorite music and your favorite color, ad nauseum. Like who cares? But Blogging is for discussing important stuff, like shoes and the type of flooring you have in your apartment. So keep it going, the public has a need - no, a RIGHT, to know.

AxAtlas said...


Sarah said...

I haven't read any news or watched any tv in a week or so. I feel refreshed and naive. It's awesome, try it!
I like GB's idea of the naked floor rolling. It sounds magnificent. Our house is hell-hot too if it makes you feel any better. I know it does, you're like that...

Wow, that was awkward said...

Crabby people are fun. I like to push their buttons. *poke poke

problemchildbride said...

I never get invited to pickle parties.


And my blogging hours have been getting the squeeze lately. Bad blogger-sam. Bad blogger-sam. That's what they would say to me if they nearly had a Japanese accent.

As of soonish though i may be a Murkin blogger! Wish me luck! Tomorrow I drive to LA for my citizenship interview and try not to breathe tonight's wine fumes from the pit of my liver all over the interviewer.

Mary Witzl said...

Blogging is a time suck, but it gives me the illusion that I am a real writer, so how can I quit?

And please tell the missus that under no circumstances should he ever come to Scotland. His toes would curl up and fall right off his feet. Our summer is over and it is not even mid August.

Cathy said...

Being crabby suits you. It goes with your hair.

Kara said...

nic - you can't tease me like that and not give details. spill. SPILL.

stinkypaw - why i oughtta...

waif - i'll pass along your opinion.

goranas - you have the WORST ideas.

or - we're FBBFF. try. try to figure it out.

rachel - don't worry, won't affect my brilliant voting strategy.

future - don't yell at me.

dad - i've been waiting, for you to update. jebus.

ax - i know, i know.

sarah - i have about 100 bruises.

wow - watch out because that particular button you're pushing results in a punch in the kisser.

sam - i'm not talking to you again until you're american.

mary - the brogues would keep me warm.

cathy - it does? really? how?

Susie Q said...

I saw the pics of the slip and slide "partay" and you deserve to be a tad cantancerous, (sp?), cause you went for it girl, really went for it! Bruise are to be expected. Oh and your man-child is cute.