shooting on the fly
I have neglected my blog. Why? Because whatever visits lj's statistical analysis engine shows as hits must be from lurkers as I rarely ever see new ppl commenting on this blog. But wait! why should it matter anyway? I don't like ppl. I don't like socializing. Well, what I don't like about socializing is when the conversation strays from my intended topic.
If socializing were one sided, and ppl on this blog commented about things I like to hear, I wouldn't be so anti-$ocial. I'm not, really. Just a bit introverted. For example, if a sexy blogger was to try to start a conversation here; somebody like Elizabeth Pich of War and Peas fame, and she started her conversation by drawing each letter off the words she wants to say on my back with her index finger, I would be receptive to that. I love it when sexy women trace letters on my back because it tickles.
Depression has me couch potatoeing my life away. I've seen everything worth sitting thru on netflix, Amazon Prime, hulu, vudu, Google movies, fandango, etc.
When I return home from work, I'm exhausted and collapse onto my bed napping for several hours.
I watch tv from 8pm to midnight and, half the time, I fall asleep in front of the TV waking up at 3 or 4 in the morning. The TV even turns itself off.
auto focus ON on BlackCam is flawed
All the concerts I intended to go to, cancelled. Going to bars doesn't exist. It was always a chore anyway as drinking alone sucks. If there be a bar that's open in 2020, it would only be traumatizing. The perfect environment for the lone drinker one would think, but...
Being a free agent is the only good thing I've gotten from the single lifestyle. The shut down hasn't affected me the way it might've affected club-rat addicts. I hardly noticed anything different as staying home alone doing nothing was always normal to me.
All I do now is take pictures when I'm outdoors. I capture photos of cops awaiting the day when Congress might pass an edict that will change the color of their uniforms reforms to hot pink. Ppl think it'll be a cold day in hell before cops accept a hot pink uniform.
But what if all the cops who quit their job for this reason happened to be the majority of cops seeking to quell their blood lust? These are the deep thoughts I've had in my mind which I felt I should refine.