Spud Webb

I realize my posts lately have been erratic and short, much like Spud Webb.* As reader Todd from Nebraska has pointed out to me, one can tell that I'm actually having to do work at my job. This will probably continue for today at least, since I've got one of those things known as a fricking work ethic. Certain changes they've made in the way I do things here has created a situation where I have too much packaging material and not enough space in which to hold it. This problem must be rectified, otherwise I'll be overrun by foam peanuts. Those things stick to everything. Is my job rewarding? Probably not.

I am working on a heartfelt spiritual essay of limited length, and will soon begin composing my ID/Darwinism "magnum opus." Plus, there will be entertainment reviews shoved in there too. After all, I did finally see Super Size Me and consequently no longer want to eat at McDonald's. That's probably worth a post, especially given Morgan Spurlock's creepy porno moustache and even creepier vegan chef girlfriend. Oh, and I've decided to compile all the quotable things I've written on here over the past year and a half. Maybe I'll make a demented desk calendar or something. I should be able to sell at least 10 of those.

Lately I only feel fully alive when I'm writing. The rest of the time...I feel "eh." What that means, I have no idea -- I'm just happy I have fingers with which to type.

*If anyone goes to Spud Webb's site, please tell me how it is, because my work filters it out. Apparently, Spudwebb.net is enough of a threat to productivity to keep away from our workplace, but blogger.com is not. Needless to say, I appreciate that.