maybe my standards are too high

Hello, it’s time for me to blog again. Trouble is, I’m too busy for you. With all my swirling priorities (sounds like an annoying banner ad: “nail down the priority for a cheapo prize!”), you got de-proiritized, and fell right off the Things-I-Did list. Not the things to do list, mind you, you still languish near the bottom of that one, albeit among some pretty august company.

It’s hard for me to bring you medocre blogging. I can’t seem to write unless I know I’m writing something Really Good. Today there is nothing Really Good on my mind to write about.

Really Good includes things like childhood bully experiences, or inspirational observations, or bizarre myths that collect collective gasps from my collection of familial and friendly readers.

But after obsessing over my stats today, I realized that many of you keep visiting my site, day after non-posting day. I feel guilty. I am thankful almost to tears that you keep visiting, but what have I done to deserve such a loyal following (besides being related to 65% of you)?

So I’m it’s time to give it 110%. To never give hope. To get out there and sling down just exactly what’s rolling around in my head today. Like this, for instance:

There once was a fellow from Yorktown
Who couldn’t quite get the canned pork down
It was on the top shelf
So he said to himself
“Dang,” and he yelled with an hideous ork sound.

See what I mean? I usually keep these “gems” to myself, but today I can’t hide from you. I’m letting you see the horrible stew from which my finer work is born. Ooh, here comes another…

Roses are red, violets are blue
How many things rhyme with blue?

You like that? Another one’s bubbling up:

Egg sprint puddleknuckle
Blargspie Blue
I should stick a cork in it
So says you.

Muddle dumplin’, puddle glumplin’
Cartwheel Black
Hey, now, I’m your friend!
Don’t attack!

Peanut butter, buckle weather
Sampan Green
Speakin’ of the trolly waggle;
How’ve you been?

Snarktoot Bumpershoot
Gargoyle Red
Something in the paper said the
King is dead!

Watercooler office pooler
Snickerly white
Thirty wings o’ buffalo
Is that right?

Port-a-culis crack-o-mullis
Burned Aqua.
Saw him at the Kwick-E-mart
With your Ma!

Quaiver beaver, monkey weaver
Sad Yellow.
No you didn’t, take it back
Bad fellow!

There you have it. Me on an uninspired day. I got more. I could go on. But I also have a sense of decency, for Pete’s sake.