So here’s something you didn’t know: blogging helps me unwind. Alternatively, it can help me limber up. You know how those health nuts say exercising their various body parts makes them feel like a million bucks and leaves them energized (yeah, I don’t know what they’re talking about either – my mother got me yoga classes last year and it left me more flexible and this close to death by exhaustion. Freaks.)? Well, writing for the blog makes my writing muscles feel happy and relaxed and ready to model for the swimsuit edition of Sports Illustrated. Yup.
Plus, it allows me to rationalize all the time I spend on the net as “research” but let’s not digress.
The point is that I sadly find myself in a situation now where I can’t spend as much time trawling the net as I like or writing long posts on the fly – the two things that make me most happy. This really sucks because I usually have a couple of ideas percolating in my brain on any given day and these past few days it’s been extra hard not to sit down and let it all out (thanks a bunch, Mad Momma) but sometimes you just have to leave the cake on your plate. Until you can find the time to pop it back out of the fridge, that is! So I’ll still be here every few days, just not as often as before.
It’s only for a month or so but I figured netiquette demands I let the regulars know that I’m not spazzing on you because I’ve grown tired of your grumpy smileys.
Awww, don’t you feel special? That’s because you are!
PS – Yes, I know the song is kinda molesterific but all that talk of Dev Anand and Kishore Kumar had me jonesing for a song. And you’ve got to admit, that’s a pretty nice song if not entirely appropriate. Also, for those who asked at the time: HBO’s John Adams will be out on DVD June 10th. Enjoy, all piracy-averse, HBO-less lovers of American history and good television. Plus, the one movie I totally, rabidly want to see this year is Charlie Kaufman’s directorial debut starring Phillip Seymour Hoffman: Synecdoche, New York.
PPS – It’s at moments like these I wonder if I should Tumblr. But then I remember how unbearable I find short bursts of prose, not to mention being connected to people, and decide a postscript on a regular blog post will serve me just as well. Just in case you wondered.