Assuming that there may be one or two people that have found this blog and might be wondering why I haven’t posted in a while it’s because I’ve moved my blog to a new place. It is now here: www.magicbrian.wordpress.com. Thanks for stopping in. Bye!
I guess you can really only have writers block if your are a writer. I write stuff but not consistently enough to consider myself a writer. Just another idiot with ideas in his head that sometimes make it out of his head onto some external format. Paper, conversation, this blog, an email, etc. So what the hell is my problem with keeping up with this blog?
Motivation, that must be it. I’m just not motivated enough to do it. What would motivate me?
Maybe if I knew people were reading it and “hungry” for my next entry?…
Maybe if I knew that it would lead me somewhere?
Maybe if I were doing something exciting to write about?
Maybe if… I don’t know.
However, I am writing something right now, so there’s that.
Yummmm! Picklie!
Over this past weekend I went on a bike ride out to Brooklyn with my girlfriend, Amy and her parents. We rode all over the place but mostly to Prospect Park. On the way back home, before we rode over the Manhattan bridge we stopped in DUMBO and the park that’s by the water in-between the bridges. I’m sure it has a name, I just can’t think of it or be bothered to look it up right now. Anyway I was getting a little hungry from all of the riding and luckily there was a little farmers market right there. Hooray!
The first thing I saw was a guy with a bunch of barrels of pickles. “I like pickles,” I thought to myself. So I went over to get me one. The guy selling the pickles was very outgoing. He was telling me how cold it was and that he was ready to go home. I asked about what the spicy sour pickle tasted like thinking to myself about getting one or two. He asked if I wanted to try one. I thought he was going to cut a piece off but he reached into the barrel and gave me one. I wasn’t thinking I was really going to have more than one until he told me, as I was chomping on the pickle, that he sells them by the pint or quart. $4 for a quart and $6 for a pint. I decided that since initially all I wanted was one or two pickles that I’d just go for the quart. As he was getting the container to put them in a gust of wind blew a roll of his pickle stickers across the sidewalk and into the next stall where there were selling delicious pies. Thinking nothing of it I went and got the stickers from him. He was very grateful. So grateful, in fact, that he gave me a pint of pickles for the price of a quart. That’s a lot of pickles.
So it just goes to show you that it pays to be nice ‘cause sometimes you might end up with a pint of pickles.
I bought a new warm jacket today. My girlfriend, Amy hated it. She said I looked like a security guard or something. Guess I better return it. Apparently I don’t know how to shop for myself anymore. Damn.
Yeah, so clearly I can’t keep this up very well. Just write a little something every day and what have I done since the first blog - nada. I did think about writing something a few times but it never happened.
I’ll try harder next time. Maybe I’ll even add a picture or something. Whatever.
About a week or so ago I decided that everyday I should write something, with or without a picture, that would somehow represent that day. It was my idea to do it every single day. Today is my first attempt at this “project” I’ve set up for myself. It is neither original or inspiring it’s just something to do. I could do it on a piece of paper in a notebook but being able to publish something gives me more satisfaction, I think, plus I don’t have to buy a notebook. The chances of anyone actually reading this is pretty damn slim so I might as well be writing it in a notebook. I guess I’m just better at typing things out than jotting thoughts down on paper. I can type faster than I can write. Any one of these reasons will be acceptable as to why I am putting this in a blog thereby making me a blogger. Something I’ve never aspired to be.
So I’m thinking this will be some kind of experiment for myself. I don’t know where, if anywhere, it will lead me but here we go!
Today is election day and I voted for Obama. I really, really, really hope that he wins. I’m sick of the way things have been going in this country. I’m not proud to be an American, it makes me feel like shit when I travel. People hate US. I’m hoping that he can make change happen and restore some respect to this country. We’re not all stupid Americans only most of us.
I had the great pleasure of getting to use the electronic voting machine today. It totally sucked and took me at least twice as long to vote than if I got into the box with the big red handle. That was actually what I was looking forward to. It feels so satisfying to pull it once you cast your vote. The damn machine wouldn’t even accept my ballot sheet the first two times I tried to feed it in. You had to really push on the touch screen for it to register. I can only imagine how much more difficult that would be for someone who’s old or dumb or both.
I’m tired, bored, and going to wrestling tonight. I have no idea what to do with my day tomorrow aside from clean the apartment. Where can I find work and when will I find it?
The END.
