Ah, but there is something about the blank page. So white. So smooth. So inviting. It's a bit like that carton of vanilla ice cream when I first opened it. It holds so many possibilities in it's virgin state. Screw this; I'm going to write.
Well it's been a good week for your friend and humble blogger and the weekend is shaping up to be even better.
Why do I do it to myself? Why do I sit here and punch letters into a perfectly blank screen when I have nothing to convey? Why do I always think in italics? And what will happen if I think of a Latin phrase? How will I deal with the font on that?
I can't possibly write another "I" blog post. And I don't want to stir things up with another "you" post. Perhaps I should finally write the post about the difference between "I" posts and "you" posts. Of course it was not my idea. It was Dr. Jen's idea. But she hasn't written it yet, and it seems to me that whoever goes to Blogland with it first will be accredited with the idea. Could I do it? Why not? Who sits on an idea for a year? She probably doesn't even remember it. Of course when she sees it she'll remember it. And she'll know that I stole it from her. So what? She's stolen shit from me before. Did I pitch a bitch? Sure. But I got over it . . . eventually.
It seems to me that there are basically two kinds of blog posts: "I" posts and "You" posts.
I simply cannot do this. It's one thing to steal an idea for a post, but it's something much worse to steal a good idea and write a bad post from it. The block continues. The intention is unclear. Thoughts arise and moments pass and I sit and wonder.
And what happened? Was I influenced? Am I influenced? For whom shall I write today? Shall I write for the new friends or the former friends? Shall I nod to the new enemies or the old enemies? Perhaps I could jab the new friends of my old enemies or the old friends of my new enemies or perhaps praise the enemies of my enemies? Could I drop in a line for my new interest without arousing suspicion? Can I elude my stalker? Will the cool kids make fun of my clothes? Can I forgive them for entering my mind? Can I forgive me for letting them stay? And whatever happened to just writing? Whatever happened, indeed.
Screw this; I've got ice cream in the freezer . . .
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kywonder
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Sep 26 @ 4:28PM
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I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream. Looks like the ice cream won the debate.
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jentoblues101
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Sep 26 @ 6:29PM
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Roger:
"We" thought of the "I" vs. "You" blog together; you are welcome to it.
You never write bad blogs.
Who the hell is this "new interest" and is she the reason you've been out of touch?
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misschief
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Sep 26 @ 7:07PM
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You are supposed to think in bubbles. 
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luvshorses644
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Sep 26 @ 7:18PM
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Psycho..
Though I may not always comment, I always read your blogs.. so if you write what you feel are so-so blogs, or bad ones, does that make me a so-so reader, or a bad one? LOL!
And now, I will go for my new interest.. it is in a pot and boiling.. angel hair pasta with alfredo sauce and an ice cold beer.
~*~
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silksox
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Sep 26 @ 7:23PM
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Hey Hey Psycho....dahlings....
 WHAT flavor? 
Silk
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redtigr
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Sep 26 @ 8:55PM
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Twenty-three interrogatives...
So many questions...
I shall now think of you as interrogative-Rog, master of querulous queries.
How many of these are rhetorical?
No matter.
The one that really grabbed me was Can I forgive them for entering my mind? I began to wonder just who or what had entered your mind, but the subsequent question cleared that up. So I am left wondering who the cool kids are (in your mind). I know who they are in mine.
And by the by - I remain the enemy of your enemies, but if I am also one of the cool kids,  I cannot help but notice that in your photo, you've no clothing.
At least my little cartoon me is clad... Perhaps I could paint some cool clothes on you?
Screw this; I'm going to go watch The Mentalist.
I love irony.
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fenderchick
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Sep 26 @ 9:56PM
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I will make fun of your clothes...and Why do I always think in italics? ...That was just brilliant.
Thank you.
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missliss78
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Sep 27 @ 1:01AM
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Psycho, Psycho
Where for art thou, Psycho?
~*~
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unionman154
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Sep 27 @ 1:22AM
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Am I the only one who gets dizzy reading Italics?
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Tunes4u
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Oct 2 @ 7:09PM
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I have measured and weighed my thoughts carefully.
They carry no weight, and do not measure up.
And now , I have just returned them to the bin from whence they came.
I am most assuredly influenced.
Ah chit.....
to be.....
or not to be.....
Who cares?
Pass the ice cream will ya?
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