Other than suffering from mental sophistry at times, (which makes the world I create challenging, especially for a sedate personality such as myself...I chide...I bruise my side from the ribbing I receive from...myself) I suffer from an incoherence of thoughts running together, blending, mixing, and causing clumsiness to my five digits. It's hard to convey these mental synapses of brilliance when a fuse needs changing.
For some reason there has been a disconnect between the "genesis" of what I want to say and the "resurrection" of it being said. My thoughts are stuck in the tomb.
Never mind the sophistry comment, I do try to be as consistent and logical as Aristotle...minus the old time greek penchant for males in togas. I actually prefer my women, uh...I mean woman, in full leggings.
When I write, I write an argument based on a conclusions, based on premises without fallacy...or as close to fallacylessness as possible. Unless, of course I'm just being facetious...and if I am, just read, smoke your cigarette, cough up blood, giggle and take an Ambien...it will help explain the meaning.
(And now comes a "however" to the above rambling.)
HOWEVER, I've hit a wall...or more like a flood has hit me. A writer's deluge.
(Funny I mentioned "males in togas" because I'm now having to change the tv channel from "Glee" to the shopping network)
Right now I have eight articles that I've started...and at least one more that I've written the first paragraph in my head. So I've been flooded by thoughts and ideas but...
"Justified" has started on FX..."Lights Out" looks really good..."American Idol" with Steven "I look like Mick Jagger" Tyler, and the hypnotic hindquarters of Jennifer Lopez, is in full swing...the Real Housewives of OC and Miami...so my DVR is full and my mind is scattered.
I do have much to say and many people to anger.
I've intended to write about the Trinity, but Raylan Givens keeps pulling his gun and killing folk.
I've intended to write about heaven, but..."THIS... is American Idol."
I've intended to write about total depravity, but Tamra and Gretchen are still at each other's throats...showing their depravity along with all the other housewives.
So you see my problem? Even with a DVR, especially with a DVR, I've little time on my hands to do anything that's not frivolous...although my blog is very frivolous, at times. What I mean is that I've little chance to do anything that requires a scintilla of discipline.
All the while the writer's deluge keeps coming, so I should skin this potato and start collating these thoughts.
A feeling of urgency should flood my soul and the creative millimeter of my brain because...
Big Brother starts in July.
For some reason there has been a disconnect between the "genesis" of what I want to say and the "resurrection" of it being said. My thoughts are stuck in the tomb.
Never mind the sophistry comment, I do try to be as consistent and logical as Aristotle...minus the old time greek penchant for males in togas. I actually prefer my women, uh...I mean woman, in full leggings.
When I write, I write an argument based on a conclusions, based on premises without fallacy...or as close to fallacylessness as possible. Unless, of course I'm just being facetious...and if I am, just read, smoke your cigarette, cough up blood, giggle and take an Ambien...it will help explain the meaning.
(And now comes a "however" to the above rambling.)
HOWEVER, I've hit a wall...or more like a flood has hit me. A writer's deluge.
(Funny I mentioned "males in togas" because I'm now having to change the tv channel from "Glee" to the shopping network)
Right now I have eight articles that I've started...and at least one more that I've written the first paragraph in my head. So I've been flooded by thoughts and ideas but...
"Justified" has started on FX..."Lights Out" looks really good..."American Idol" with Steven "I look like Mick Jagger" Tyler, and the hypnotic hindquarters of Jennifer Lopez, is in full swing...the Real Housewives of OC and Miami...so my DVR is full and my mind is scattered.
I do have much to say and many people to anger.
I've intended to write about the Trinity, but Raylan Givens keeps pulling his gun and killing folk.
I've intended to write about heaven, but..."THIS... is American Idol."
I've intended to write about total depravity, but Tamra and Gretchen are still at each other's throats...showing their depravity along with all the other housewives.
So you see my problem? Even with a DVR, especially with a DVR, I've little time on my hands to do anything that's not frivolous...although my blog is very frivolous, at times. What I mean is that I've little chance to do anything that requires a scintilla of discipline.
All the while the writer's deluge keeps coming, so I should skin this potato and start collating these thoughts.
A feeling of urgency should flood my soul and the creative millimeter of my brain because...
Big Brother starts in July.
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