Writer’s Block: I have it. Well, not exactly I guess, as I manage to post something every day, but for some reason I find the quality of my latest posts has began to lessen. Maybe I should stop for awhile and give my mind a chance to retrieve some more stories from the thing in my head that tells the stories in the first place…naw, that won’t work.
Today I was going to write a post on the dumbest questions on the Internet, but that one has been done before. I googled ‘The dumbest Question on The Internet” and this is what I found:
“Hi. Does anyone know if it’s possible to use a background that would essentially turn my computer monitor into a mirror? Scanning a mirror doesn’t work.”
Unless you are narcissistic, why would you possibly want to be sitting across from your monitor, staring at yourself?
That didn’t work. I tried thinking of a humorous anecdote that may have happened to me as a child, God knows I have a ton of them, but today, my mind is a blank. I feel like Kramer on Seinfeld when he sold all his life stories and then didn’t have any memories..
I could write about my work here, but since I am sworn to confidentiality, telling stories about the shenanigans that goes on in a high school may be considered a breach of the act and I may find myself on the unemployment line. I won’t be doing that anytime soon.
Maybe I could write about the weather. That is always a topic of discussion, especially here on the Island. Today, you can’t see a hand before your face, as the old folks say. A snowstorm on a day when school should have been cancelled and I could have stayed in bed longer; but that didn’t happen. Instead, the school principal spent most of the morning gazing out the front door, probably wishing he was home too.
I could write about the students who come to school hungry, because their parents either can’t afford to feed them, or because they don’t give a damn about their kids in the first place, but that topic is like beating a dead horse, and I hate cruelty to animals.
Speaking of animals, my dad is in trouble with mom today. Yesterday, my sister called to tell my dad about a starving kitten that has been coming to her door for the last few weeks. She said that she has been feeding the little thing, but he or she was too scared to get close, so she couldn’t take him or her in. My dad to the rescue, much to the dismay of my mom, who really doesn’t care for pets, even though dad has already taken in one stray that he found in the city a few years back.
The minute my dad arrived at my sis’ home, the little critter came running to his arms, to his car, to the house, to the couch, and next to my mom. The little sucker knew exactly who to sit next to, as mom actually admitted that the kitten was cute, but far too thin. That won’t last long. Any animal, person, stranger, salesman,alien, or any other life form that enters the home of my parents are treated to any food item that may be present in the house. The little critter will be tubby in no time.
See, I told you I had nothing to write. Hopefully the block will leave my brain by tomorrow so that my writing improves and I will not be boring you any longer. Just saying