the problem with me blogging at this point in my life is that i have nothing to blog about. as in, my day consists of work stuff (nobody likes anybody who talks about work, unless you're a musician, athlete, or politician--so basically, in entertainment) and starcraft. that, and feeding the cats, talking to the cats, fighting with the cats for dominance of my chair & computer desk, and watching the cats kill the flood of crickets that creep under my front door, which unfortunately does not have a tight seal underneath.
as a sidebar, i would like to comment that i just imagined setting up my cats and various pieces of furniture in the guise of a tower-defense game killing the crickets. this amused me. however, nobody likes people to talk about their cats, or kids, or retirements, either. ergo, i'm still at a zero for things to discuss.
i'll bastardize a joke from like, three months ago. goes like this. well, wasn't really a joke, but someone was talking and i made a funny--and what else do you call it? situational joke, perhaps--still a joke. holy crap, let me tell it.
so i told this guy at work, whose name is Kenny, about seeing a bear in the woods one time. as a way of relating, he told me about a friend of his who also saw a bear and tried to run from it. and apparently his friend got away because, according to Kenny, his friend ran downhill and bears can only run uphill. except Kenny's phraseology was that bears can only "go" uphill. which led me to interrupt and say, "if bears can only go uphill, why aren't they all at the top of hills? i feel like that would be a problem." and i made a little hill motion with my hands with little bear legs running around in circles at the top.
that's it. that's all i've got. that was about three months ago. never come back to this terrible blog, i only say one funny thing every three months.
