What I Could...And DO Write About

Bleh. That’s how I feel.

I really have nothing to write about because my life is boring, boring, boring.

I could write about the weather because it is supposed to be cold and colder in the next week or so. The high over the weekend is supposed to be 15 degrees. This, of course, adds to my boring life because I don’t really like to leave my warm home to do anything. I think living here could be considered masochistic, because spending any amount of time longer than a few minutes outside is torturous. I think we should make the terrorists live outside in Ohio with a kerosene or gas heater, because a heater only keeps someone 20% warmer than they would be without a heater, and really, that isn’t very much at all.

Have you guys heard of Banksy, the graffiti artist from England. I find him fascinating because no one knows who he is. He puts all of these videos on his website, but it never shows his face. I hope he stays incognito for as long as he can. It adds to his mystique. I also find him facsinating because I have studied visual rhetoric. I mean, we could all go nuts discussing something like this:



But I feel to bleh to start the conversation.