That has never worked

or: I bang my head against a wall because it feels good when I stop

Ah, blogging. It seems to imply that you, or in this case, I, have something to say to the world. Or at least to a particular audience. Or at least to the one person who +1ed my first post.

(I guess whoever +1ed the post is not in one of my circles and I'm not in theirs because I don't know who did the +1ing. Well, thanks, anonymous +1er! I wonder how many ways you can conjugate +1? I +1, we +1, he/she/it +1s, they +1; I have been +1ing, we have been +1ing, he/she/it has been +1ing; they have been +1ing; etc.) [Edit: I guess I can see who +1ed the first post. Internet +1, Chris 0]

Turns out whenever I think that I have to have something to say to the world/a particular audience/one really lonely person (JUST KIDDING!) then I write stupid garbage. Well, I mean, I don't think it's stupid, or garbage, but trust me, after I write it and read it back, my first thought is, "Anyone who is not me or really stoned on pharmaceutical grade cough syrup is going to think that what they just read is stupid garbage."

Well, OK, my actual first thought is, "Gee, that looks great in that nice, neat typeface!" But we've already discussed my weakness in that particular area. But my second thought is about the stupid garbage and the cough syrup.

(By the way, does anyone know if having to give your ID to buy cold medicine has slowed down meth production? I know it's slowed me down from buying cold medicine that actually works. Fortunately, I have not had such a bad cold that my only options where giving my ID to get good medicine or starting meth, because honestly, it could be a tough choice.)

Hey, that reminds me, there's this big sign as you come into town on East Washington (I've heard people from out of town call it Highway 151) from some club, I can't remember, but they always have a safe driving message on it. Last week (maybe this week, too? I'll look tonight on my way back from karate) the message was something like: "Hey drivers/this is reality/not TV/don't be a/Karkrashian." Cracks me up every time.

Where was I? Oh yeah, feeling like I have to have something to say to whoever you are. Never works. So I'm going to fool myself and think that yes, I have something to say to you, dear reader, and you are going to get it out of this post. Your life is now better for having read this! You're welcome! Here's a picture just for you!

Is the internet great, or the greatest?