It is a common ideology that, if you do something for a month - 30 days - that action will become habit. There has always been a little voice in the back of the gray matter called my brain that says: lets give it a shot! That little voice is then pummel by a group of lead-pipe swinging thugs that work for the Mob Boss known as procrastination. A mutant gangland of synapses - ideas and notions routinely get whacked.
Damn fun to watch. In that epic Romanesque "feeding the Christians to the lions" sort of way. I'd invite you but there is basically only room for one these days. Between my wide ass, the phobias, neurosis, hangups, and a full section devoted to "well this sucks, I'll never be that, & screw them" - the Fire Marshal says we are at capacity.
And NO ... you may not inquire as to why my skull even has a Fire Marshal There are even things I let be.
Alas back to the point: Blogging - just can't force myself to do it all the damn time. Then again its not like random is bad. But the whole idea seems to imply timely regular posts. Eh, there be no real solution here. And this paragraph will be nothing but an exercise in self debate - like those skills needed honed anymore.
So moving on...
I'm never leaving the house again! Well, not really. But if I ever get to the point where I have the overwhelming urge to board up the windows and lock down the doors in a Hurricane mode, I know I'll be able to survive. As long as I have Internet access from inside my plywood cocoon.
Why do I know this? Because Wal-Mart sells and ships lawn furniture online. We are the point where, if its fits in the Big Brown Truck, they will sell it to you. There isn't a damn thing in the world that one needs to live that can't fit in the back of the UPS truck!
Groceries, toiletries, and any sort of sundry. PJs, sheets, pillows and the matching bedroom set to use them on. Movies, magazines, books, porn, scholarly periodicals to entire encyclopedia sets. All sorts of toys, animals: stuffed to real, and even a mail-order spouse from some Baltic country! (Provided the latter two have air holes.)
Amazing, a technology that has spanned the globe and brought man closer to his international neighbors than ever before, may just have us living in hermetically sealed cement bunkers before you know it. Ah, so close to Utopia I can tasted it. No wait, its just the aftertaste of stale Frito's from Uni-Mart.com.
So close it makes me weep!