Wait For It...Wait For It...Wait For It...

Oh hell, don't wait for it. Jump over to Shooting Suburbia for the final part of "Furlough Weekend". It's a bit silly for a change and except for a few sobering sentences at the very end, quite humorous and upbeat.

As for over here, not sure what to write about. I really don't feel like making this one of the incredibly short posts that I'm not known for, so let's see what I can find if I tap into my head. Let me just pull out this spigot here.

Whips out the biggest and ugliest spigot you've ever seen in your lifetime and blows the dust bunnies off. It growls and sneezes, so he bashes it against the wall where it promptly howls and whimpers in pain.

So if you hang on a second, let me just....ahhhh much better.

For those of you who need a clearer visual, our intrepid blogger has just slammed one end of the spigot into his ear and opened the valve, which is why he has a smile on his face and eyelids fluttering.

Damn it all to hell....don't you hate it when that happens? You get on a roll writing something (or creating something or composing something or whatever your chosen creative endeavor happens to be) and then you decide to take a break to do something else, because you figure that you'll be able to come back to it and pick up where you left off at.

BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

Your sorry excuse for a brain shrivels up and dies the second you try to pick up where you left off at.

Shoot.

But you gotta admit, it would've been neat to see what the ultimate destination was, wouldn't it?

Man, I really do hate when that happens.

In any event, I do have some things on tap for next few weeks. In addition to whatever misadventure that you'll read about on Monday (and no, I haven't taken a look at the end result of voting yet. Don't forget to vote as frequently as possible because we practice Chicago-style politics here. Besides, don't you want to see me as President some day, where I can learn on the job just like the current El Presidente?), I have a couple of ideas floating around in my head.

Like tattoos. Why tattoos? Well, in addition to writing about different hairstyles in the majority of my stories (boy do I ever write some descriptive hairstyles. Someday I may share one that I wrote for a trunk novel of mine based on this book), I also like tattoos. Not the overkill that some people do, but the less than four that most people choose to grace their body with.

Now that's something that we all can enjoy.

In any event, yours truly is gonna crawl back into his man cave and finish writing the first draft to his synopsis, in which he has one chapter left to summarize  spent the early part of the morning finishing up the first draft of his synopsis. All 6,172 words spanning 10 pages (MS Works document. Have no idea what this translates to in Word).

Of course, you know that means now I'll have to spend time revising the damn thing so that it actually reads like a story instead of 10 pages of chopped up parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme. Which of course is a great song, but a truly inedible combination of ingredients.