I don't have any ideas. No funnies or clevers left inside this brain of mine. There's nothing in there but a dense block of wood.
And a termite.
I don't have any of that cool stuff you mentioned either. One of the great things about the fact that so few people actually read things is that we can write whatever the heck we want...and so few people will read it! I can write some total garbage that I am not proud of, or something extremely personal that I don't actually want to talk about...and so few people will read it! It's brilliant! I feel like a genius for not developing much of a following. ;)
Anyway, this was a lovely blog, and I'm glad that I read it. That image of you (of course I am making it you) writing with sidewalk chalk in the rain is beautiful.
Oh, and I'm sure that termite you are keeping as a snack for the birds. Of course.
This is true! The downside is that those who do read it are usually writers and will tell you things like lovely blog, and I'm glad that I read it and then go behind your back and point and snicker at all the typos and grammatical errors and general shortcomings.
No, wait, that's just me doing that to myself after I've already posted and gone back and edited twice hoping nobody noticed and then discovering the next day that there's still a bunch of errors that need to be fixed. If you ever need someone to give me a hard time, I'm your man.
I do love that whole write whatever the fuck you want thing, though. I don't mind sharing my madness with just a handful of you.
Lol! Fear not, I have never observed errors in your writing. I look at everything here from my own stance - I just throw stuff on there, and I do proof-read it, but I always assume that the standard for shiny polished stuff is kind of low. It isn't a book - it's not something that was worked hard on for a prolonged time. It's just today's random stuff. And I like that about this place. So don't make things really shiny.
Ditto. I bet you are really good at scaring yourself too. Nobody can scare me, like me. Isn't that kind of terrible? Like with nightmares. The subconscious just has such an unfair advantage - it has way too much privileged information to abuse.
Agreed, I don't mind sharing my madness with a handful. Yay for only a handful. Says an introvert.
Oh, man, I am sooo good at scaring myself. I can lay there in bed at night and imagine 5,000 ways Pilot could get hurt or die in under ten seconds. I imagine parents have similar talents?
Hive- a place for introverts.
Unfortunately I've been talented in the art of self-scare since I was a child. OCD has been a close companion of mine for a long time. Hey - we are good at this - everybody needs a talent! :)
That could be a moto for Hive. A place for introverts. Except the vast majority of the folks on the trending page probably aren't introverts...so maybe not:)