yup….

slow night in the blog factory, been nigh on till a fortnight since last we spoke. or was it a score? my memory fails me at times, makes me think when the factory was seein’ better days. yup, fallen on tough times, the factory has. with no new orders and thoughts being outsourced the way they are, it’s a wonder we haven’t been tore down yet. only a matter of time i suppose, that time it does keep marchin’ on.

i remember the good ol’ days when thoughts weren’t prepackaged, and they all had their own nuiances and imperfections. gave em’ a sense of humanity, know what i mean? those days are long past though. now everything’s all cookie-cutter and rigid, with no room for leeway. brings a tear to my eye, it does. it pains the soul to think of what was once created here, now brought down to being efficient and avoiding mediocrity at all costs. yup, things ain’t what they used ta be.

used to make judgements around here we did. boy, if you could’ve seen the rows and rows of thoughts back in those days….seemed to go out to stretch out to infinity. now we got a few dusty talking points and some pornos scattered around here, no one to really keep track of anything anymore.

but i suppose those are the breaks as a wise fella once told me. easy come, easy go, as another wise man told me. all that intelligence and not a lick of common sense, a shame i tell ya, a shame. if only he’d a listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this pickle now. but no one ever listens to wisdom until it’s too late. part of the human condition, i suppose. probably what makes it wisdom in the first place. i’ll concede it’s tough to see the forest for the trees sometimes though. can’t say i’m perfect, and that hindsight is always 20/20.

nothing ta do, but while away the time, waitin’ for the inevitable. time waits for no one and all the hullabaloo. at least i got my whittlin’ stick. better get comfy so i can whittle a little, then take a nap in the ol’ rocking chair.

now wait…what was i talkin’ about again?