November 07, 2003

There are a number of discussions and posts and whatnot that I've come across this week, in various places that I'm not going to link to because I'm a lazy, lazy man. Or a bored man or a depressed man or both or all three. The Tripartite Man O' Disaffection, that is I, I, Donkey Hotay.

These discussions and posts and whatnot were about matters that in other times would fire up the blood in my brain...topics like the place and value of religion in the history of humanity and so forth. But there is no heat left in my brain...I see the posts and the discussion threads and I just...don't...care. It's not that I don't have an opinion, necessarily, it's that I'm not motivated to package it up and post it here for the enjoyment or to the consternation of My Public.

Dunno why. But this week has been a dry brainsponge sort of week, and a drier heart sort of week, with little passion for much of anything, and certainly no motivation to taptaptap at the keyboard and Be Interesting.

Fortunately, the weekend is nigh, and maybe after the completion of some household tasks and other activities I'll rebound and feel like regaling you all with Tales Of The New Window or the Gutter That Ate My Ass or what have you. Or not. Who knows, not me!

Sometimes, I feel like Robocop. You know, like in the second movie, after the OCP goons have reprogrammed his brain so that he spouts proverbs instead of kicks ass? "I'm...having trouble," he admits in his stilted RoboVoice, and twitches and whirrs a bit.

Just you wait. Soon I'll be slinging my automatic pistol from its special niche in my mechanical thigh and blowing up bad guys.

Or something.

Grrr.