well, that didn't go well...

October, I mean.  It looks like it slipped away with very little content.  Some times, I don't find myself particularly interesting.  Other times, I just prefer to keep it to myself.  Most times, I would just rather be at the movies.

But here we are staring down the barrel of November, and I have to decide whether I am going to commit to National Blog Posting Month for the Xth time.  This blog has gone on far too long.  November is tricky, too, because I travel, so I need to put some things in the Schedulator in order to keep to the calendar.

(Did you know there is Jane Jetson porn?  I didn't either, but I want to warn you against image searching her name)

I just spent an hour catching up on my blog reading and found myself commentless.  I said to those I Follow that if writer's block keeps me from commenting, then something must be done indeed.  (why is Liquid-plumr misspelled?  The Plumbers objected, didn't they?  Now explain why it needs a hyphen...)

I have learned that promises, pledges, and resolutions will not make me do things I am not otherwise doing.  I prefer to promise on a sure thing.  But winter is coming.  That means I get bored, the nights are long, the weather hilarious, and plenty of road trips.  And I think we all know by now that it always comes back.  Mostly only 1 tweak-mark clockwise, but it comes back.

I am really telling me, not you, but since you're here....

It is Saturday, in that month that always seems to have more Saturdays than the others.  I have engagements in the city today, then a rainy-day appointment with couch and TiVo tomorrow -- an attempt to answer the sociological question "If you watch an entire season of Mad Men in a day, will you become an alcoholic, a misogynist, or a smoker?" 

Any combination is bound to wake up the writer within.