I am most certainly not "on a roll" with my blogging muse here. I am possibly even close to the definition of "off a roll." Is it any wonder, really? That I'm having trouble writing about my silly life when the world is falling apart? The octopus eating the shark maybe taps into my angst a bit.
There's the presidential election. Don't even get me started on that. I can't say anything unique about all of that except have I mentioned that Barack Obama's personal assistant is my celebrity boyfriend? And that Michelle Obama is JUST LIKE ME? Have I mentioned that?
I don't even really have anything intelligent to say about the election shenanigans that someone else couldn't say better. But I do spend a great deal of time that I would normally spend writing watching the election trainwreck, unable to blink or look away. And then I can't seem to do much else except say, "....wah?" Or something.
The economy? Dude, I don't even really get it. Except that it sucks. And it's weird. And it's historic and stuff. And Warren Buffett. And remembering how happy I was to be in England where they seemed to have taken a several-century break from being a superpower and I liked it just fine and wished that America would do that sometimes. And now I am wracked with guilt and angst over that thought and DOES THAT MEAN IT'S ALL MY FAULT?
And the weather? It's weird. It's always weird in Seattle anyway, but it's WEIRD. Makes me kind of angsty, even though it's cold and rainy just like I like it.
It's not just the national stage, either. I have one friend whose international adoption is finally, after a year of waiting, coming through just as she has to quit her job and start a new one. Another was a finalist for a job that I told her about and was not chosen. Another just moved the hell away. Nicole Kidman got pregnant swimming in a waterfall. And I'm still confused why it was on my news reader for three days that Clay Aiken is gay.
And the babies? In China? With the milk? I can't even bear to read those stories. Because when I needed formula to keep my own baby alive I read how babies died in China from falsely marketed and unregulated formula and I nearly died. I can't even find the link for you or I may die. And now there's more of it. And I may die. And PETA thinks Ben and Jerry's should use breast milk in ice cream. And that's so bizarre that I can't even contemplate it. I can make a baby with the finest of them, but as a producer of milk to keep the world in ice cream I would be put "out to pasture" pretty darn quick. Maybe that's their point, that the cows don't like it either.
I'm reading the first Twilight book, and has anyone else noticed that both Stephenie Meyer and JK Rowling wrote their culture-making novels while being mothers of young children? Just saying.
And then to top it all off, I was going to post a video from my new computer's webcam of Hugo and I being all cute and I can't get it to work. It uploaded double speed video and normal audio. The straw that broke the camel's back.
Is it me? Is the world always this weird? It's weird, right?