Monday, May 24, 2010


I was sitting here tonight trying to pound out something relevant and it just wasn't happening.
Well, I did start like two drafts, so you may or may not see the fruits of that. What I started though, just wasn't good enough for you, the reader, to set eyes upon.
You mean you, the reader, thought I just sat down in front of the keyboard and this stuff just, well, happens?
Sometimes it does.
Sometimes stuff just comes out of nowhere and makes it to your computer screen.
Sometimes stuff calls in sick or takes a day off.
Today, stuff took a day off.
Okay, not really cause I had this whole post going about a place called Neverland but then I remembered that Michael Jackson called his place Neverland and it occurred to me that now Neverland is tainted by, well, something.
So now I have to go back and rewrite that whole thing.
I dislike rewriting things.
In fact, very few of my saved drafts make it to the front page. As of right now, there are eighteen saved drafts in the folder and I doubt if two or three will see the light of day.
Here's an example:

Let's face it.
It can't be all that it's cracked up to be.
I mean being the most powerful human on the planet must have it's perks, but man, it must wreck havoc on your sleep number.
So, I was thinking about what it must be like to be President.
I was thinking that you gotta have a sense of humor.
Besides having an incredible amount steely resolve, you have to be able to roll with the punches.

Four thirty in the morning.
"Wake up Mr. President."
"Huh? Wha-?"
"Terrorists again."
"Terrorists? Don't them fools ever sleep?" The President blinks sleep from his eyes.
"You know what? I'm getting pretty sick and tired of terrorists ruining my sleep. Let's send a message. Nuke em."
"I beg your pardon Mr. President?"
"Just kidding. Give me a minute and gather the usual suspects."

Imagine again:
Four thirty in the morning.
"Wake up Mr. President."
"Huh? Wha-?"
"Terrorists again."
"Terrorists? Don't them fools ever sleep?" The President blinks sleep from his eyes. "You know what? I'm getting pretty sick and tired of terrorists ruining my sleep. Nuke em."
"I beg your pardon Mr. President?"
"You heard me, get me the damn missile codes! I want those morons vaporized! Now!"
"Yes sir!"
"Damn terrorists. Last time they wake me up," the President mutters as he pulls blanket over his head.

You can sort of see here where a good sense of humor prevails over your average joe who's in charge of nuclear weapons response. I mean if I had nuclear weapons at my disposal, the alarm clock would be little more than cosmic dust.
It makes me wonder just how much joking around goes on in the White House.
Okay, I'm pretty sure there must be a standing order that does not allow joking about nuclear weapons and stuff, but there must be loads of opportunities to yank some chains.
Personally, I'd love to see a President just goofing around. It reminds me that the office is occupied by a real human and not some party puppet.

Not really going anywhere with that one.
So there it sits, written like five months ago, collecting digital dust. Well not anymore.
I just deleted it.
In fact, before this night is over, I'm gonna go ahead and delete a couple more.
Well, for one thing, I'm not going back to work on them.
Okay, I might work on some of them, the good ones.
The bad ones though, kiss them goodbye.
Not one of those drafts helped me with today's post. I mean I opened up that file in search of inspiration and all I got was a dose of sleepy.
I took a nap for like two hours today.
So off they go!
Sure, them drafts inspired this post, collectively though, not individually.
So unless one of them steps forward and really shows me something, they are yesterdays news.
The good news is that it's cherry season!
I'd show you the bowl of cherries I had but I just ate them all.
What cherries have to do with this I don't know.
Remember, I didn't have a thing to write about so I'm kinda just pulling things outta thin air.
Which reminds me, I've always wanted to read that book "Into Thin Air" by Jon Krakauer. I've had a slight interest in Everest every since I heard they found George Mallory's body on Everest in 1999. He and Andrew Irvine disappeared while attempting the summit in 1924.
So anyways, today was clear out the drafts day.
Gotta make room for some new ones.


John Romeo Alpha said...

I usually ride solo so don't get to draft much. Although it's been so windy around here that it might have helped. OT? I'll save this to the draft comments folder.

limom said...

My attempts to draft another rider were dismal and disappointing; I'd describe it but it's depressing.
The closest I get to a draft is an open window.