End-of-Summer Potpourri

It's interesting to me how old posts on this blog sometimes generate random comments from people who happen upon them, however that happens. Most of the time it's some doofus throwing out a rant about something I've written, and rarely do they take it in whatever context it was intended or embedded...which makes it all the more amusing.

A few posts ago, sadly over two months ago, I posted a picture of some funny groom-groom / bride-bride wedding cake toppers I ran across whilst wedding planning. In the past couple of weeks, two people have commented on my "now I've seen it all" caption. Good grief. I just thought they were funny.

The man became famous on the White Castle homepage, photo credit to yours truly (behind every great man, yada yada).

The wedding and reception were great, lots and lots of fun...





The summer is almost over, all of the kids are back in school...
I'm another year older and still no closer to accomplishing all I want to accomplish or being the person I want to be...
August and September are always hard months for me, for reasons I may never understand. My brain chemistry takes a digger and I become even harder to live with than I usually am, I'm sure. Which is probably the reason I'm reaching out to the cheap therapy that is blogging, whether or not there's still a loyal audience out there. I have plenty of support folks, that's for sure, but everybody has their own crap going on too, there's an uproar in the cosmos...and this blog has been and is still my faithful venting place. Bear with.

I'm going to try and gear up to start writing again, writing more, giving myself the permission to write crap and write lots and somehow maybe dig something good out of the pile. I can do it, I know I can - if I can turn off my inner editor and the constant soundtrack that is my baggage (yup, the demons that keep me convinced I'm not good enough, not smart enough...my inner anti-Stuart Smalley). Gonna put on the positive thinking hat, brew up an occasional cup of bigelow vanilla caramel tea... and be a writer. Maybe a good one, maybe a shitty one - or maybe strictly mediocre. But I find the catharsis of being somebody else, if just for the duration of a short story, is something that actually keeps me grounded and sane. Relatively speaking. If I come up with anything I feel like is worth showing off, I may cross-post it over at my other joint, Blackhouse. Or maybe I won't.

Thanks for listenin'!