This is pretty strange. I'm sure all of my DEVOTED readers have noticed that the blog posting has come to a screeching halt. Even the "what's up with that?" blogs are hard to come by nowadays.

It makes no sense to me because I'm the guy people bring along with them for my ability to talk about anything. If they don't want to have a silent evening, they bring me. I even initiate conversations with women that friends like because they're too damn shy. As of yet, not one lady has said "wow, I like you instead because you weren't shy". Damn women!!

Most people stop blogging because it has somehow become 'passé' to them and they then convince themselves that they didn't have any fun writing what they did or that its a useless effort. Others, such as a former co-worker just flat out HATE the idea completely. Not me though, I just... have absolutely nothing to say. Bloggers block if you will.

I enjoy writing, I've always liked it... so again... why has this happened? I'm so out of ideas of what to write about that I'm writing about why I can't think of anything to write about. Which is actually quite close to my response of the "there is nothing to talk about" line people pull sometimes. My response to that is "lets talk about the fact that we have nothing to talk about".

See... now I'm just rambling.

hmmmmm.... pondering.... meh.. whatever.
Maybe the next blog will be about something.

In closing...

(When this began)
I had nothin' to say
And I'd get lost in the nothingness inside of me
(I was confused)
And I'd let it all out to find
That I'm not the only person with these things in mind
(Inside of me)
But all the vacancy the words revealed
Is the only real thing that I've got left to feel
(Nothin' to lose)
Just stuck
Hollow and alone
And the fault is my own
And the fault is my own