It always takes a cocktail for me to give a shit about this site and post anything.  I haven’t compiled any morning readings in weeks.  I barely watch the news.  I haven’t opened the “News” folder in Google Reader in that long also. I’ll perform a swift read of headlines (maybe) and say fuck it.   I just don’t care anymore about this pitiful planet and the endless opinion fabricators.  Everybody’s got a goddamn opinion and I am sick of all of them. Except one.

I will open the Fashion, Gossip, Gay, Music and Art folders in Google Reader; those are a distraction and do not require thought or insightful analysis.    Usually.  I could regurgitate that reading, but why bother.

All I manage to post here is my endless disdain.  I might start therapy again, but what’s the purpose of paying ridiculous sums to a stranger when I can babble to myself far cheaper.  Three-digit “guidance” never fulfills as it should.  Shoes lasts longer than psycho-babble.  Therapy has its place in this world, but mundane issues of everyday angst aren’t worth the price.  I dealt with the “real” issues in the late 90s.  And it wasn’t cheap.

Speaking of therapy, Carrie Fisher’s Wishful Drinking is a delightful read.  I definitely don’t need ECT, but she has a wit that is more entertaining than the rest of humanity.

So, don’t expect much from me until I start the War in Defense of Christmas.  It’s the only endeavor I enjoy besides food.    Hell, I might put up a Xmas tree in the next week for the helluva it.  If I do, I will post.

Either follow me on Twitter or become a Facebook “friend” as that crap distracts me more.

Until then, I will amuse myself with The Virgin Spanking The Christ Child.

Max Ernst- The Virgin Spanking the Christ Child before Three Witnesses

Max Ernst- The Virgin Spanking the Christ Child before Three Witnesses

Related posts:

  1. An Art Post To Contemplate The Days