Tuesday, April 08, 2008

Gone Fishing 

Aw, why kid myself? I'm not writing any more. There's nothing exciting going on that compels me to write. Nor do I have the time to try and create something amusing about the mundanity that is happening. (Or, as Karen suggested at the last Weblogger's Meetup, to fabricate lies about daily life.) So I'm going to take a sabbatical. Go fishing, as it were. (Though actually it's more like go watch some Bollywood flicks. The few times I've been fishing in my life I've found the activity to be incredibly boring.) So if you stop by here and there's nothing new, you'll know that this is the new normal. And if you stop by and there is new content, you'll know that I can't keep any resolution whatsoever. (Well, it's not like I'm really resolving not to blog. I'm just going to start not blogging for a while. Well, I guess I have already started that. Maybe it would be more accurate to say that I'm not going to feel guilty about not blogging. Just a little smidgeon of guilt over having started to not blog. I mean, Wil Wheaton keeps writing stuff. Of course, he probably has broadband and can get ideas from YouTube, but still...)(Okay I'm going to shut up now. Not because I've run out of things to say, which happened a number of sentences ago, but because dinner won't be ready until 7:00 and I need a Pop-Tart to tide me over.)(Yunnan Diet, meet the American Anti-Diet...) Ta....

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