A Post About Nothing

I write about once a week. Which is good. It makes me feel this is more than a blog; it's a literary magazine (with only one subject: me). When I write, I try to avoid subjects other people can't relate to. I write about my relationship with my father, and readers can find their own strained relationships there. I write about my wish to be a good father, and you can find your own doomed wishes, or laugh with scorn or with love because I'm bound to make mistakes throughout this parenthood thing. Just like everyone else. And I can talk about the book I'll write one day and the need to escape mediocrity and you can smile and say to yourself, "Wouldn't that be grand? To be somebody? Or maybe as long as we strive for that greatness we keep ourselves alive," and look, I've made you think and reflect about your own life. Which is what I'm trying to do here even though I am indeed using only one subject. Me as a metaphor.

But sometime... Sometimes I look at blogs of people who write every day and have nothing to say. Pages and pages of literary masturbation (Welcome, Google Perverts). And I'm so goddamn jealous.

So here:

I went to the dentist. It hurts like... what's a good swear word? Shit. It hurts like shit. He has two rooms. One has a peeling wallpaper with "Floss Daily" written everywhere, and the other room has this fun drawing that for a brief moment makes me forget this shit is torture. I should floss more often.


I'm sick. No big deal.

I got into Cribbage lately.


Hollywood Writers, no one cares about you. Now you know.


Saw this billboard. Gotta love Baltimore. Sometimes.


Got me a webcam. It's easy to say, "Mom, I didn't move to the other side of the world just so you could see me every day," but I couldn't say much to her "I want my grandson to know he has a grandmother in Israel." So I got a webcam and I got Skype, and now my computer is slow, and waiting for pages to load makes me want to strangle a puppy. It reminds me of a word people used in the last millennium: modem. Remember these things?


Ahhh, man it feels good to let it all out. You know what? I said it wasn't a big deal but I hate being sick, and between the dying computer and the lack of good night sleep and the dog who hurt her thigh, and the running nose, and couldn't they make a visit to the dentist less painful, and Please God: make me strong enough to ignore American Idol, and Has it been six weeks already? and watching those idiot Republicans on TV, and watching CNN in general, and the goddamn sinuses--I'm allowed, every once in a while, to write a goddamn post about goddamn nothing!

This guy is so cute.