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Still up in the air about what to do concerning the blogging. Have done very perfunctory examinations of Blogspot, WordPress, and Multiple, none of which are terribly tripping my trigger, as they say. Maybe I should just stick it out here. I think typing things into a different site would result in different things altogether. It isn’t clear. Others, including Mrs. Wife, have jumped ship to WordPress. There’s always that LiveJournal thing, but I am afraid of that. Don’t you have to be into My Chemical Romance to use that site? Is that even still a band that exists? I don’t know anything.

The indecision concerning blogcation has brought on days of skimpier blogging. Nothing really is happening to merit dictation, but then happening was never really the point of The Very Good Blog of a Handsome Man, nee The Legend of Bloggy Creek. That marks the first time I’ve mentioned the title of the blog in the blog itself. It doesn’t feel good. Last night was a dark and stormy night, to quote Snoopy. Scary to drive home in. Unpleasant to regard out of a window. McDonald’s was had, and The Paul Lynde Halloween Special was watched, courtesy, finally, of Netflix. We’d suffered a Very Long Wait to experience this DVD, and it ultimately was not quite worth it. A Short Wait, maybe. The special itself featured far too much K.I.S.S., who were the musical guests. I’ve never liked K.I.S.S. , not even, it turns out, within the context of a Paul Lynde variety show. They suck shit, and that’s about it for that. A very unenthused Tim Conway and a typically loony Florence…shit, I forget her name, and I don’t feel like looking on imdb. The mother from Brady Bunch…anyway, she sang a horrible rendition of some song I forgot. And the special features were bad even by special features standards. There was a function where you could scroll through what promised to be hilarious Paul Lynde quotes, and they ended up being things like “My stepfather didn’t approve of my career choice” and “Success in Hollywood requires a lot of perserverance.” Oh, my sides. The fact that these matter-of-fact statements were labelled as priceless Lynde bon mots was somehow funnier than looking a list of genuinely amusing quips would have been. I don’t know, maybe it’s time to start watching things that are actually good. I doubt it, though.

Now that I have things to do at work, I find myself wasting more time rather than less on the internet. Half the time I’m not even looking at anything. Just checking and rechecking sites for updates and messages. At home, my favorite show is now bowling. I get into it. It generates palpable suspense.