Today's post is a gonna be a bit of a ramble, in that I don't really have much in the way of a singular topic, but for a change of pace, instead of numbering my bullet points, I thought I would try to write this post as a story/essay. Because let's face it, I am wickedly rusty when it comes to writing non-business related non-fiction, so what better place to inflict my torturous attempts at writing non-fiction than this blog, eh?
Google has finally "improved" the last major application in their tidy little empire of free applications and suffice to say, it bites. They "improved" their Gmail, so now there's no escaping the fact that no matter where you go with Google, you will get aggravated by the non-user friendly applications in their empire.
The good thing about Gmail is that I don't use it anymore. I guess it came full circle for me, in that when I decided to set up a Gmail account (initially for chat room purposes) some three years ago, I decided to make my Yahoo and Hotmail accounts junk mail accounts at the same time. Now in 2011 the roles are reversed, in that Gmail and Yahoo are my junk mail accounts and Hotmail is my primary account (go figure on that one) for contact with the human race.
Speaking of the (cyber) human race, I did some house cleaning on my blog subscriptions/followings the other day. Apparently I do have a finite end when it comes to subscribing/reading blogs that haven't been updated in a while, which also happens to coincide with shooting from the lip whenever I feel like I'm getting disrespected. Anyways, I did a little blog surfing over the past few weeks and picked up a dozen new blogs to read and follow while discarding those that haven't been touched in several months (I still have one that haven't been updated in a year, but I think that has to do with the blogger being in the military). A few of those blogs have been added to my profile, so if you find yourself with a little bit of time on your hands, check out my profile.
About those new blogs: One thing that I've found while surfing is that the bloggers on WordPress have a tendency to push the envelope to the very far reaches of what is considered acceptable, more so than what I've seen here in Blogger. I'm not talking about things that would be considered offensive to most folks (what I consider to be offensive to most folks would be something along the lines of this), but simply things that you would see broadcast late at night on HBO, Cinemax or Showtime, that some people would find either morally offensive or incredibly intriguing.
In any event, the one thing that I find impressive about WordPress is that they treat their bloggers like adults. In other words, if the blog contains objectionable content, you won't find a page popping up before the main page asking you if you want to proceed to the blog. In other other words, if you don't like, you don't have to read it.
Let's see, what else do I need to cover...oh yes, since I have the tags "Genre Writing" and "The Muse" tacked onto this post, I might as well talk about them. I decided to lump what I write about under the tag "Genre Writing" simply because I have no freakin' idea what the actual genre is that I write in. I have a tendency to wander all over the place with my writing, so it's kind of difficult to precisely nail down what it is that I exactly write. What do I write? Good question, which deserves a good answer. However, since brain cells are in short supply with this post, we'll defer answering that question until a later date when the brain cells are plentiful (not Good 'n Plenty).
As for the Muse, it seems that she's taken a siesta for the moment....or living vicariously through Charla the lynx, which would be slashing and devouring or grinding and pounding herself silly, or a combination of both, your guess is as good as mine. In any event, she is not here occupying my brain at the moment, which is both a blessing and a curse. A curse in that I now have to actually think for myself as it applies to my writing.
A blessing in that if she was around, I would probably be thinking of ways to use her in my latest concoction, description-wise.
In the few seconds that it took her to move from the darkness to the light, Charla had switched back to her slut persona. She had on a super tight bloody orange tank top and half bra that helped overly emphasize her naturals; glammed out jheri curls; cut-offs that were unbuttoned and the top and held in place by a small chain and key lock; retro b-ball sneakers with horizontal striped knee-hi's; small hoop earrings, along with a diamond nose sud and a glistening bloody pentagram.
But, since she isn't here, I'm left to fend for myself and fending for myself can sometimes lead to really bizarre things written down on paper. Or on a Word document. Or on a blog.
In summation, the little parts are joined together in strange ways so as to give the large part cohesion. Or balance. Or clarity.
Some day I may have that in my life, but until then, I leave you with this video of a song that is rambling through my noggin at the moment.