You know what is horrible about this November daily writing of anything? It must produce so much waste. Yet here I am struggling to come up with waste to talk about. I went through various ideas about what I could write about in this humble space of mine and promptly lost my own attention and then I ate dinner and watched an episode of Chuck online. Am I exhibiting what those doomsday news articles predict about shortened attention spans? A twitterized brain that can is no longer capable of being a full entrée for zombies but only light hors d'oeuvres? I even had to look up how to spell hors d'oeuvres just now. You're invited to a Zombie Party! Please R.S.V.P. Bloody cocktails and "Janet's brain" canapés will be served. Black tie. Hahaha. Zombies in black tie. That is pretty funny. At least anyone who eats my brains will be classy living dead folk.
Lessee, most of this blog in my whippersnapper days had to do with books and music and food and stuff. I haven't cooked or baked anything fun lately. I guess I could write about some new music or something, which has sadly become so much less a part of my life these days. But I've downloaded a bunch of stuff without listening to records all the way through. Maybe it's the twitter zombie brain sickness. Or just 2010. Or I am now like Don Draper and only like the beginning of things.
Perhaps that can be a November project - going through those new tunez. Okay I just remembered a few other things I can write about. Oh yes, this is exhilarating, no? Like a rollercoaster for ants. Perhaps ants would really not enjoy an ant amusement park, because they are all work and no play. I was definitely not an ant in a previous life. Although I do not enjoy rollercoasters because of that I'm-about-to-die feeling that other human beings find fun.
Even this crappy post took me a long time to write. I bet ants could have written something better more quickly.