March 07, 2007
THE THING ABOUT HOW JADED I AM
You go through spurts.
Sometimes you post a bunch of stuff to your blog. You fall in love a little with the power to publish. You make yourself laugh in your mouth a little. You feel the need to share that item that caused a titter in your soul.
And then you don't.
It just goes away. Not away away. Just far enough away that it keeps your fingers from the keyboard.
You don't fall out of love with the blog thing. To borrow a phrase: You're just not that into it. You just need a breather.
That's the only way how I can explain why I've had these photos in my possession for going on two weeks now and yet failed to put them in the Salad bowl:
Yes, that's Martha Stewart. Yes, I was feet away from her, for the better part of 30 minutes. Yes, I shot the photos. I had unfettered, open-range, take-as-much-as-you-want-from-the-celebrity-buffet access.
And yet, I was so nonplussed that I didn't take the three minutes necessary to put the photos on the blog.
Why was that?
Maybe it was burnout. It was a long weekend. I had stretchmarks on my eyelids, I was so tired.
And, as I've said before, I was fresh out of words. I'll freely admit that. Nonstop blogging in an exotic location about a bizarre event will do that to a guy.
But what it was not: an attempt to kill the blog or keep things from you, my dear reader(s).
So what I'm saying is: Please forgive my tardiness. It isn't you. It isn't this. It's me.
I have a couple of postings in me that are quite dated. Some might be irrelevant. But they're still pretty funny. At least I think so. And that's the standard I use to publish anyway.
Priority 1: Amuse Jeff.
Priority 2: Refer to Priority 1.
So I'll be posting them. Soon. I promise.
All I ask is for your patience and understanding.
We'll get through this together and move on.
The end.