Do You Remember When We Used To Dance?

My last post here generated more interest than this little blog is normally used to. I'm not really sure what to make of that, but whatever. I haven't been posting here for a while because I've been writing more for other places. Mostly stupid little articles that they don't even tell me where they are going to be posted. Anyway, it makes me not want to spend to time to actually write out a blog by the end of the day.

I have a plan to make a schedule for my work hours. I sort of have one now, but it is rather fluid and often depends on if there was anything worth watching on Netflix the night before and what time I bother to roll out of bed. But my goal is to have some more writing going out online by the end of July. In the meantime I am going to try to make a point to update this blog a bit more, mostly because I plan on having another Blog-Off at the end of the year, and I need to pad my numbers.

Aside from the other writing, I did a couple of cracked topic pages since I last posted here. One on Internet Trolls and one on Nuns, thereby completing the ying and yang of humanity. I've been trying to figure out what to do for more topic pages. Suggestions are appreciated.

On a completely different note, this evening I went for a walk down by Virginia Lake and I spotted a book on a rock down by the water. It was 4GVN by Willie Ramos a.k.a "The Ghetto Preacher" who found Jesus after he helped his friend stab a guy four times. Honestly I am not a fan of the turn around preachers. Unless you are talking about Preacher, but that is different. Look, if you were into some bad shit for a long time and you want to go cleanse your soul and give your heart to Jebus, fine, but don't start a congregation. Join a congregation, learn from people who don't have the same screwed up world view as you, don't just go off on your own. People these days really underestimate the value of having people in their lives that are much less fucked up than they are/they used to be. Just because you lived through some shit doesn't mean that you are suddenly an expert on it, and you probably never will be an expert on it because you can never look at that lifestyle objectionably. I suppose it is just part of the whole Christian ethos, though, that whole complete redemption through Christ, going from one extreme to another. It's just that no extreme is ever going to be good in the long run. No one can live on the edge for long before something snaps.

Now all I need is some witty line to go out on.