That's right kiddies, your buddy the Cynical Sarcastic is back and mouthing off once again. I'd dearly love to be able to say that I've been quiet for the last week or so because I was wallowing in the afterglow of the new book's release. I'd like to be able to tell you that I spent this period of silence in blessed relaxation and meditation.
Hell, I'd even be happy to be able say the laptop crapped out on me.
But no, sadly, that is not the reason for my lack of blathering.
The only way to really explain my recent rendition of the sound of silence is to crib a phrase from a friend of mine: "I Got Nothin'." Literally boys and girls, until I rolled my oversized hindquarters out of bed this morning, the creative impulse and I had parted company for a bit. For the first time in quite a while, I had absolutely bupkiss to say on pretty much anything be it an opinion, a blog, a sentence in a book, or anything else. Nada, zip, zilch, zero. It's not that I haven't tried, trust me I have, but apparently when you have a talent for manifesting words from the ether and that talent takes a break on you, well, let's just say that anything I attempted to write last week would have been much better off written on a Macaroni Grill paper tablecloth and promptly disposed of in a similar fashion or as emergency toilet paper.
So, since it appears that this magical Monday morning has seen me re-inhabited by the need to scribble, I figured I would get things moving again by sharing a few thoughts and handling a little housekeeping. As per our little title, here are some thoughts on...
... on this blog
After logging in occasionally to check the numbers over the last month or so, I've noticed that the CS has either gained a fair number of new readers or there are a bunch of you out there that just can't stop pulling up the posts to show people what it looks like when an abject idiot is allowed to type without supervision. I'm going to feed the ego a bit and pray that the first scenario is true, even though the second seems pretty damn plausible and fairly amusing right about now as well! In any event, if you are a new reader to my little ramblings, welcome and thanks for stopping by. You get the same ten second speech everyone else did when I started this thing last year: I will probably offend / piss you off at least once a month. Hopefully I can make you laugh and maybe even think with similar frequency. Feel free to drop me a line at any time via thecynicalsarcastic@gmail.com with any ideas, opinions, op ed, and even pleas to just shut up. Be forewarned that if you come off as a douche you may be the recipient of a warning shot across the bow, but hey, it's all fun and games in the end anyway.
... on The Dark Knight Rises
Absolute genius. I couldn't be happier with the way the trilogy wrapped up and thought that Chris Nolan and company smashed it out of the park. As for the unfortunate tragedy in Colorado, well, my hope is that the media will for once do as it should and let a tragedy slip slowly from consciousness and not give that shit stain any more recognition. Unfortunately I get the feeling that before all this is over with we're gonna learn what kind of print boxers that bung monkey was wearing under his body armor.
... on our illustrious president
I've made the decision that from now on, when used in regard to Buford Obama, I will no longer capitalize the word president. After the unceasing round of idiocy that has spewed from that ass puppet of late, I refuse to acknowledge even the simple respect his office deserves. I swear to you all that your local PTA President that spends her early afternoons playing ride-em' cowgirl on the pool boy has more leadership ability and basic business sense than that idiot. One can only hope that by November enough of our citizens will have grown tired of our commander-in-chief using our country like a fifty year old toothless fluffer with a bad case of lockjaw, get off our collective knees, find some dignity and toss that wanktard to the curb before we find our great nation reduced to trading bareback anal for day old bread in the back of China's station wagon. Regardless of what the stereotypes may say about the endowment of Asian men, something tells me we all might just feel it if the big red one starts tapping on our back doors. Wait, doesn't that qualify as government allowing small business to succeed?
... on writer's panic
I know we're all familiar with the often used phrase "writer's block." Every monkey that puts pen to paper (or finger to keyboard as the case may be) bitches about it on a regular basis. Sometimes the words they just don't a-flow. What happens though when the words don't flow for an extended period? I think every writer has a different length of time during which it doesn't really bother them too badly if no magic happens. For those that barely have time to write a paragraph a day I imagine it can take a while. For me, however, recent events have conspired to inform me that after about four days with no words I begin to freak the hell out. Two novels in and I'm done? Really? THAT was the sum total of my literary career? Oh God!
Sometimes I can be a really silly bastard.
Well kids, that's all for this morning. Let's see if the rest of the day remains productive.
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