figure 1: dolphin wears hat, holds cane, and rocks my world |
I feel like Clint Eastwood- once at my prime, once Dirty Harry; but after two months of not blogging I have deteriorated to an loon talking to a chair (THE FUNNEST OF FACTS: the incident has its own wikipedia page). Both mind and body go with old age and he is proof, which is why I do sodoku puzzles most days and walk up and down the stairs to keep my joints nimble and supple. In that way, I suppose he's my inspiration. I could do a blog post on staying healthy and young but this would not be entertaining.
How much can I really write about millennials and iphones and macklemore when we're all living it already? Who am I? What is my purpose? Does anyone care for more than 5 minutes until the next outrage comes along? Is this what if feels like to write for buzzfeed?
I thought my post about pasta shapes was filler but I guess this truly is. Up next: cultural appropriation, overrated white men and some more of my wild misinterpretations of philosophy!!
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