How Lowe can we go? I have been sitting here, realizing that I've had a fairly dull day and that no amazing thoughts or startling insights popped into my mind. But, I tell myself, there's that damn blog out there waiting for input. It won't be satisfied until you file more words into the ether.
I try to force some perceptive comments. Surely there's something I thought about today that's worthy of an item or two. But, unless you consider the idea that throwing my golf clubs into a lateral water hazard and going back to tennis (no matter how many injuries it causes me) is something worth sharing, then I have nothing to say.
And yet, here is this throw-away item.
And the sad thing is that I can no longer write about having nothing to write about. That idea is used up. Maybe I should have saved it until at least next week.
Blogging appears to be a cruel mistress.
But at least nobody phones you with assignments. Or at least it hasn't happened to me yet. Maybe there's a blog editor out there lining up things for me to do right now.
"Let's get Wilson to give us 1,500 words on the .Mac situation. Sure, I know everybody and his blog is writing about it, but, hell, he must have some thoughts on the topic. And tell him to get at least two celebrity interviews as part of the item. You know what I mean. Sally Struthers on why she'll miss her mac.com e-mail from starving children around the world; Rob Lowe on how much online storage he should get for his $100."
Is Rob Lowe about to become a running gag on this site?
Looks like it could happen.
9:03:29 PM 
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