... surprise ...

I really wanted to wait until May 2011 for my next post, but decided to post today after seeing someone else's blog post. I know "else's" isn't a word, back off.

So, what do I post about today? I got nothin'! I'm just sick and tired thinking about how my last blog post was about how I invented the question-mark. Trues story. However, that story is now irrelevant, like throw pillows on beds (hella dumb).

I'd rather you follow me on Twitter. I tweet almost every fricken day. The limit of 140 characters is more appealing to my laziness. Plus, I have an audience of 360 followers versus the who-the-hell-knows-or-cares-how-many-there-are-of-you who at one point may or may not have read this blog. Granted, of those 360, some are lookin' to sell something that I AIN'T gonna buy. There are some individuals, even other than friends, that I engage with. Again, there's reasons why I prefer Twitter over this.

Now, I was at one point quite interested in the 20somethings blogger deal, but again. I fell of the wagon and wasn't willing to commit (which is weird because I don't have problems with "commitment"). The fact of the matter is, I know I wont keep up with this so be shocked when something pops up here. But be prepared for the lackluster.

Twitter

Ha. I gave in and got twitter.

Or as I call it, the ultimate stalker application.

Essentially, one tweets (posts) to provide a brief update of what's going on, or what is on one's mind. One might associate that with a blog. However, my blog postings tend to be a little more elaborate. But alas, I can think of very little to blog about this very second.

I have been spending more time in my backyard puttsing around. The main focus is on my vegetable garden. My sparse, very basic, two vegetable-vegetable garden. You've seen what I've harvested. I should take a picture of it, so you know I'm not bull-shitting you.

This afternoon/evening consisted of me clearing weeds from around the garden. Once I made enough progress and was bit by an ant, I decided to take out some aggression... on unsuspecting ant colonies. I was so successful. What's funny is that one could see my progress. There is a trail of holes in the ground. In my wake I left plots of unearthed clay, dirt, weeds, and pissed-off ants. I looked into my backyard from the patio and thought. One conclusion was that I was lucky I didn't own this house, and more so, lucky I didn't have a wife living in this house with me. I could picture her coming out on the patio to see my progress, look out at the destruction, and proceed to rip me a new one.

Hurray for being single!

(I'll post pictures once I take some daytime photos.)