15 minutes? It takes me an hour or more! What's that make me? An Uber Geek?
Faster than a posting! Able to read over 50 Blogs! More powerful than sleep...
Kryptonite! Waterloo! Custer's Last Stand! I am not invulnerable!
Saturday's post was the one of the few times that I could not come up with an idea for a post. I had to resort to visiting one of those Generator sites. I took two pictures, a comic book page and a TV news report, added my own captions and called it a "post."
It was bound to happen. I knew it would sooner or later. I have published 634 postings in the 485 days I have been blogging, an average of 1.3 blogs per day. It was inevitable the streak would come to an end. (Look at Joe DiMaggio's hitting streak and Lou Gerhig's ironman run. I'm ignoring Cal Ripken because he was hurting his team for the sake of the record.)
I wasn't trying for any records. I was simply purging my brain of memories and thoughts. Oh, it isn't empty just yet, although I need to pour in some STP to get it to run properly again. Miss Cellania suggested in a comment that I could write about how difficult it is to find material for a blog.
Well this Ubermensche is not so uber. A recent neck injury (a contusion) is the culprit. It's not easy to be funny, which I try to be, when you're in pain. My concentration is distracted by other neurons entering my head. I'm sure I'll be back to my abnormal self soon enough.
It is my insight (sic) X-ray vision that is weakened. Ladies, you won't have to wear that lead-lined clothing for a while. I can only maintain the ability to see through the material long enough for just a short, but too quick cursory glance at the moment. My most recent "insight" occurred when a famous celebrity walked past me on the street. Why couldn't it have been Rosanne? Did I have to have the problem when Betty Boop chanced to pass by me? I could only manage to penetrate one layer for he briefest of moments.
My pledge is to recover from this malady soon. Maybe then, my insight will be back at full strength. Maybe then my insight will have returned before the ladies bring out the lead-lined clothes again. Who knows, maybe Betty Boop will come into my range again.
Maybe, just maybe I can post something that might, just might be ... funny?