Gadzooks

The days are flying by. I thought I had blogged like 4 days ago, but that doesn't seem to be the case. I am thinking that the other writers here are stuck in a similar horrible time vortex, too, judging by the incredible lack of new material we've been providing. I think Jeremy and XV have been eaten by video games. Looking at XV's blog, he seems to have been dead for about 2 weeks or so maybe. I hope he resurfaces. With awesomeness. And Billymark. He has been a bit quiet lately, although he was never really known for contributing at a high volume. Trev has been keeping up with the blogging lately, which is delightful. But I can't even remember the last time he submitted an article or story. He should again. I should again, too. But my brain goes through these phases where it is sluggish and just wants to hibernate in a dry cave for 7 months. And things like "humor" and "intelligible sentences" and "paragraph breaks" just do not come easily to me. I'm not sure what it is about certain days. But on those days, hitting the Enter key for a paragraph just seems like too much work.

So, rather than working, I have been coloring in this coloring book for about 2 days now. I just can't get enough of it. It's called Pumpernickle the Pony at the County Fair, and it catalogs the events of the day when the pony untied himself and had a great day at the fair. He causes some pony trouble, and has some pony hijinks such as joining in a circus which also happened to be there because it was clearly the best county fair ever. Anyway, he eats some vegetables by mistake, not out of malice, but then this angry old lady is all "MY VEGETABLES!" and then starts chasing poor Pumpernickle possibly with the intent of making pony pie. I don't want to ruin the ending for anyone though, so I won't go any further. Suffice it to say that it is a great coloring book that has taken over my life and it's strange because I don't recall having any interest whatsoever in coloring books since I was maybe 7 or 8 years old.

I want to color some more again. And I DO keep meaning to write an article or something. But I don't think I can do anything at all until I completely fill up this coloring book. It controls me. I can't even play nethack because the coloring book controls me so. I am even reluctant to take breaks for bathing and eating and sleeping.

It is killing me.

But I love it still.