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Punching Elderly Pigeons

84. I get really into board games. This is probably a bad thing. Actually, I get into games really easily. I just get tired of them as soon as I beat them. That’s probably not a bad thing.

I’ve been steadily worse about my posting since I decided I was going to go on hiatus for the summer. I’m like the Office: I get bad to make you feel better about the fact that I’m going to go on hiatus soon. I think this way you’ll be like “well, his last few posts weren’t so good, so it’s better that he left.” I could have gone with another approach and left on a high note, but I’ve found myself steadily less inspired since early April. My Moleskine got to the point where I would use my ideas as soon as I came up with them. And, since this is more of a blog about ideas than events, it got to the point that I would be afraid of just writing filler in order to keep up posting.  I mean, think how angry you’d be if you read a post that began:

So the other day I was thinking about lint…

Actually, I think that part of the reason my posting has been lagging is that I’m now blond. Also because I’ve been been busy trying to get my affairs in order (Was her name Julie or Janet?).  I’ve gotten really bad at planning ahead in the past few years, so I end up doing everything half-way and in a hurry.  Hence my packing at 2 in the morning.

Anyway, Courtney just commented that she was going to miss me when I’m gone. Aww… If you guys want, I’ll go into semi-retirement and post sporatically throughout the summer? How’s that work for everyone? Also, I leave at four in the morning tomorrow, so my retirement will be official as of then. Sorry for telling you this way (at midnight). Bye now!

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84. I get really into board games. This is probably a bad thing. Actually, I get into games really easily. I just get tired of them as soon as I beat them. That’s probably not a bad thing. I’ve been steadily worse about my posting since I decided I was going to go on hiatus…

3 Comments

  1. It’s not that I’ve retired so much as become unable to check the Intrawebs. For instance, now I’m in one uncle’s house that has the Internet, but next week I won’t be. Of course, even when I can check my e-mail, I can’t check my feeds, so… sorry. All in all it makes me a very unreliable freader.