Sunday, June 24, 2012
Nothing to Say ... Again
Once again, I find myself in the curious position of having nothing really to say.
Last time this happened, I wrote nearly a thousand words on having nothing to say. Needless to say, I didn’t lose the opportunity to point out the inherent paradox therein. I also took a moment to look back and see how many useless blog posts I’ve put out. You’re not getting a thousand words out of me today, but I can do the retrospective thing, I suppose.
Let’s see ... 113 posts, 29 of which are interstitial. Of course, 7 of those interstitial are pointers to my Perl blog posts, and those are real posts, just not here. I’m counting them anyway. So that’s ... 91 (yep, still went to another window for my computer to do the math for me). Which is coming up on 2 years’ worth of weekly posts. (And, since there are so many posts like this one, where I just flake out and don’t post anything, we actually passed two years’ worth of calendar time about 3 months ago). Now, 31 of them are my fictional ramblings, and you may or may not want to count those (if you didn’t want to, that’d be 60 (and no, that time I did the math in my head (but only ’cause I knew it would end in zero))). But, any way you slice it, it’s a fair number of words.
But, today, I have no words. Or none worth spewing, anyway. Too much other stuff on my mind. Next week (or the week after at the latest), I hope to get back to the fictional rambling: I recently had an actual good idea on that front, and I’m anxious to write myself up to it before I lose the general shape of it. But this week, I’m just going to chill and try to catch up on a few things on my todo list. I’m sure you won’t mind.