Ever notice how it's the little things in life that amuse us so much? More to the point, ever notice how it's the silly little idiocies in life that amuse us more than anything else? Well, this is not as much ''the little blog that could'' as it is ''the blog that enjoys going up the down escalator in your local mall.'' Will it have anything of real importance? No, probably not. But enjoy the ride never the less!

 

It's been...what? 15 days since this little bit of nowhere last went static? And some of you are probably fretting and laying down conspiracy theories about why it happened. Was it due to the various things life throws at you hitting me in the face with such force that I had to be taken to the hopsital to ensure I didn't have a concussion? Was it just plain laziness? Has it been fatigue, both physical and with the world at large? The answer lays somewhere between a little of Columns B&C, and a whole lot of Column A. And just to add some zing, we'll thrown in a little paprika too and let the whole thing bake in the oven for half an hour.

As far as I can ascertain, as of late I've been in the throes of what could be called mild apathy towards writing. I think I've been having more throes than is either needed or called for, and overall they leave with this complete lack of desire to do...well, not a lot of anything. Even writing an Email to people has proven a troublesome effort, and my lack of energy or desire has done nothing to help.

On the other hand, I've been doing a lot of reading, which is at least a good sign that I haven't turned my back on writing altogether. In the past, if I've needed time away from writing, I go back into my near-voracious "bookworm" state. While I can't even hope to rival the speed at which Mel eats through books--so to speak. I'd rather not have people conjuring up images of Mel having a candlelight dinner and pouring ketchup over a paperback copy of Patricia Cornwell's "Blowfly." After all, as any good connesseur knows, mystery novels should always be served with mustard.

Anyhoo, while I'm not as much a bookworm as Mel is (though right now she's waving a bookwork plushie at me to show that there is no physical resemblance between her and the viral plushie), I've been reading a lot more books with a lot more impressive speed than I have in recent months. I personally find this rather encouraging, since in the past it's meant I've been recharging my batteries, and will sooner or later launch back into writing full-force. I'm hoping that's the case here. I like writing, and hate having as many unfinished stories & projects as I currently do. A number of them would need a month or so of solid work and they'd at least be finished. Maybe not presentable, but finished, and right now I can settle for that.

As it is, I still have waiting for me once I get back into things: an accountant discovering that there's an infrequent subway station on the line which leads into a sunny field populated by nothing but fairies and sunflowers; a horse who thinks it's a unicorn, and subsequently that she lost her horn somewhere; a fox who speaks in rhymes and riddles about missing princes and dark forests; a knight who rides day and night in an infernal crusade to cut down true love wherever he finds it; and the great & terrible Cthulhu becoming the victim of his own corporate theme park.

Speaking of reading....

Libraries in San Luis Obispo County have had their own rules banning offensive body odour since 1994, but the policy became law after the board of supervisors last month adopted an ordinance that lets authorities kick out malodorous guests. Visitors to 14 libraries and a bookmobile also could be asked to leave for fighting, eating, drinking, sleeping, playing games, and printing or viewing illegal materials on library computers.

"The point is to make the library a comfortable, safe place for everyone to use," said Moe McGee, assistant director of the San Luis Obispo City-County Library.

A strict code of conduct, officials argue, is needed to ensure one patron's right to use a public library doesn't infringe on the rights of another.Yet the law can raise tough questions for librarians, said Irene Macias, Santa Barbara's library services manager. "What is bad odour?" Macias asked. "A woman who wears a strong perfume? A person who had a garlicky meal?"

The webpage for this can be found here:
http://news.sympatico.msn.ca/Home/ContentPosting.aspx?contentid=
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And Today's Lesson is: a cat does not belong in the oven, no matter how much he might think otherwise. By the same token our oven door, when opened to allow for cleaning, can hold the weight of your average male cat.
posted by Phillip at 10:18 AM