Some Days Are Work, Most Days You're Lazy...

I remember a day, many years ago, when I was hiking with my brother at Enchanted Rock State Park.

I remember this day well because it was one of several outings we used to go on when we were younger. Back then when we had our entire lives still ahead of us and things were seemingly less complicated.

I remember our discussion of the Panama Canal and it's impending turnover to the Panamanian government in 2000, thanks to Jimmy Carter. I'm not sure how we got there, but we did somehow.

I remember his advice as we scaled the back side of the granite hill adjacent to Enchanted Rock itself. Dude, walk zig-zagged up the hill. It's way easier on your legs than just going straight up.

I remember buying as much Mr. Pibb out of the vending machine at the ranger station as was possible. Can't get this stuff at home, now can we?

I don't know exactly what brought back this series of memories but they led to others of adventures we'd had at Schlitterbahn, Sea World, Frederich Park. I remember joining him for a quick trip up to San Marcos and how I first discovered the Police and their Synchronicity album that same day.

I can go further back and remember seeing 101 Dalmations and The Aristocats. I can remember Labyrinth and The Dark Crystal.

Been a long time since I let myself just sit here and wander a bit, but it always feels good to crack a smile, no matter what time it is...

How the Free World Will Conquer Communism...

You're staring again.

Hmm?

Sitting there like a fool on a stool, staring blankly at the posting screen.

Oh. Haven't heard from you in awhile. How... uh... how are things, Voice?

Wondering why you haven't driven off a cliff yet.

Beg your pardon?

You've been sitting here for about an hour staring at a blank screen. Not typing anything, just sitting there with your forehead resting gently in your hand like one big cradle full of stupidity.

Don't know what else to do. I need to do... Something.

Start with thinking.

Right, been doing that.

Continue with doing.

Ok.

No, dipshit, I didn't mean keep thinking. I mean start writing anything you were just thinking about. You can squander away months just sitting there and thinking. Write something.

Don't know what to write about.

DON'T CARE, DAMNIT! WRITE SOMETHING!

But I don't know what to write ab...

WRITE SOMETHING!!! NOW!!! DO IT!!! NOW!!!

FINE! Fuck's sake, you're pushy.

WRITE!

I uh, hmph.

Lemme grab a smoke first...

*facepalm*