It's probably best not alienate ones primary audience...

It's been awhile since my last post, as I was reminded of by my family multiple times when I saw them. I was hoping that my 10 year old cousin (who, at this moment, I can't remember if I nicknamed before, so I'm going to leave it blank until the search function loads on my computer) would start her own blog and I could just link to it, because I'm lazy like that. She said she had nothing to write about. I think the musing of a 10 year old would probably be much more fascinating than this, if only because I remember at 9 years old, I spent most of my time writing stories about accidentally poisoning my teachers or highly dysfunctional families with well timed fatal accidents. I would have used an example from when I was 10, but I can't really remember what I thought at 10. I suspect I mainly thought, "Wow, I was a pretty effed up 9 year old, I should try to lay low for a couple of years."

My cousin with the forgotten nickname (or non-existent one) then suggested she would write a blog about me and the times she sees me, which was flattering. But I'm not sure how many people want to read a blog about how awesome I am at Scattergories. However, that is the blog I now plan on writing, because I'm really really good at Scattergories, even if those playing with me refuse to accept it. For example, under "Kind of Candy" starting with "D" I wrote "Delicious", which was highly disputed, because my family is full of jealousy over my ability to think outside their Scattergories box. The fact remains that there are 2 kinds of candy in my world: delicious and not delicious. Those that contest that delicious is not a kind of candy should be forced to eat the free candy from the Korean Grocery store that is all over my apartment (as you might have guessed, it's not delicious, because it would never survive living with me otherwise...by the way, please come eat my candy). Really, in the end, delicious is not only an acceptable kind of candy, it's the only kind that matters. Regardless, I love Scattergories, mainly for the fights. But don't tell my family, even though I'm beginning to suspect they're the only people still reading this, so they might still figure it out.

It's always disappointing to go to family events and realize that you have no anecdotes left because you've blogged them all. I guess it could encourage me to live more life, or at least lie more often, but instead I've allowed it to stop the blogging. For example, two weeks ago, what I imagine to be a felon, probably some sort of bank robber or serial killer, crashed on the road behind our apartment hopped the fence running from the cops. It was very exciting. Later, they had dogs searching. That was also exciting. But I did not blog it so that I would have something to talk about with my family that wasn't a repeat. I mean, I'm the type of person who will watch a good sitcom over and over again and still laugh because I'm simple and such, but I know that my parents will buy entire shows on DVD that I eventually steal forever, because once they've seen it once, it's all over. The point is, I don't think they appreciate my repeats very much.

I suppose I could just stay quiet in family situations, but I worry eventually I'll forget how to talk or my tongue will atrophy, and I do so love to talk. Maybe I could just spend a lot of time playing Shadow. If you do not know or remember what Shadow is, you might need to return to grade school. It usually begins with one child saying "Want to play shadow?" and then the other child repeating it, then it goes back and forth for an hour or two until the weaker child's head explodes. As an adult, it's much more fun, because the other person usually believes they're too mature for it, so you get to repeat a larger variety of statements, like, "What are you doing?" and "Please, for the love of God, just stop that." Well, I imagine it's more fun, I haven't actually tried it yet, because I'm fond of having friends. But family is different, because they have to keep dealing with you. That's why god gave us families, so that all our most annoying traits would have somewhere to flourish, without restraint. So, I might keep blogging, and then just play Shadow more often. But not during Scattergories, because that's serious time.

I've been racking up the happy songs during my brief hiatus, but I also forgot which ones I've already used. I should have kept a list. I've realized that any song about New York brings me joy. Examples include New York, New York; Empire State of Mind; NYC; and A Heart in New York. I've never actually been to New York, but I suspect that if I could make it there, I'd make it anywhere. For now, I'm yet to make it anywhere, but give me time, or maybe give me money, because that would also be useful.

Oh, my family also kept asking me how the novel is going. The answer is, I'm fond of empty internet promises, but I still might write it anyways. It will most likely be gibberish, especially since a month is quickly turning into only a week to finish it.