One Pissed-Off Duck...

This post has nothing to do with ducks and it really doesn't have to do with being pissed-off. It has to do with the state of this blog. There was once a time where I could rattle off seven or eight posts in a day - all of them brilliant. Ideas flowed like Pabst-induced piss. Those days are a distant memory. Nowadays, I struggle. I fret over the fact that, holy shit, it's 11:44 and I still haven't thought of anything funny. In my last post I mentioned that I might write more about my time waiting at the airport. I had a post in mind about a guy and three girls I was watching who were waiting for the same flight as me and how the guy was a big nerd like me and you could totally tell he would've loved to have sex with any of the three of them and he knew, because of their situation waiting in an airport, there was no threat that some cooler guy was gonna come along and cockblock him, yet he was ultimately too insecure to say anything so he had to act nonchalant and carefully pick moments to say something witty to impress them and how I wish I could've just gone up to them and said "Hey, this guy would love to have sex with any of you and I think you should. He's not THAT bad looking and it'd be a thrill for him." It was all about my empathy for nice guys who can't talk to women.

I decided against that post because airports and dorks who can't get laid are boring. And what's MORE boring is a post about how boring this all is. I'm not sure how to end this post. I guess I'm not worried that I've lost it as far as blogging, but I am in a funk. Perhaps, from this funk, something funky can grow. Stay tuned...