The Blog In Yellow

I honestyl have no idea what to write today. I woke up at eight and got breakfast ready but before I could grasp it, time had slipped by and it was ten. I just want to waste the day away and not pretend that I'm Stephen King. Because I'm not him, I'm me and that's hard to accept sometimes. After breakfast I told myself I would do chores because my aid isn't here today, but that was a lie. I could lie to myself for a living as King says. Instead I played games. I've got this song from an Sbemail stuck in my head. I can only remember the last part where Strong sings about Homsar. "And this little weirdo, would be a modestly hot girl to help me through the hard times. She'd know the kind that is only sort of hot so she won't mess around with other guys." Then the hot Homsar says "Eeeeehhh! I'm forever your girl." The Brothers Chaps, the guys behind Homestar Runner, are geniuses. It's strange but the show isn't as funny as it ...

I'm trying again to get over the inner critic as prescribed by the good doctor at from the book The Artist's Way. Sheesh I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I spent the last night playing Gears of War with my friend and we got close to the end. Except that we got to a point on the bridge that became really, really hard and it was past midnight and I just wanted to sleep. So, we stopped for the day but we'll be back on the weekend. I think. I don't feel like I'm making progress. The problem with any artistic endeavor is that no one can tell you how to fix it. They can tell you your work was bad but thats mostly based on opinion. No, writing isn't like ballet where you miss a step and do a flying camel instead of a puriet, pouriette, whatever that spin is called. I'm chaneling my inner Strong Bad after watching one of my favorite episodes. I should talk about the influence Homestar Runner had on my life. Someday. It's similar to comfort food like...