Gah! I’m getting frustrated with this personal blogging thing. More frustrated with myself, really. Maybe I’m putting too many constraints on myself. As I compose a post, I’m trying to consider what my kids will think of it when they read it at age 10. And 30. And 50. And what my wife will think of it. And whether anyone outside of the family will find it funny or moving. And after I wrote the Koson’s Lessons post that seemed to strike such a chord, I felt like every post needed to be of that quality. And frankly, I don’t know that I have that kind of quality in me on a regular basis. So I’ll make attempts to write posts that end in over-wrought over-thought gobbledygook.

It’s like when the content is supposed to matter most (on MY blog), there’s mental shrinkage. For example, right now I have 4 draft posts that end in “;ljqshfg;lashd;lajshdg;lajshflg;kashxciglbawhrioguhw;PIOUBVkxHO;AIUHRG,” which is what you get when you bang your head on your keyboard in self disgust.

But I feel so comfortable making comments on other people’s blogs. Like I can rock your world if you give me just a couple paragraphs. So maybe I’ll start making posts where I link to the comments I most like. Y’know, kinda like where people post on their blog telling you to go read a post they made on another blog? Only I’ll be telling you to go read some insanely funny or perspective-altering comment I made on some other blog.

It’s lame as hell, but I feel like I’m sucking pretty hard right now and need to find a shovel to dig myself out.

So without further textual ado, please go read this funny comment I made over at the Cheek of God. The comment includes the word ‘masturbation’ in it, and when is masturbation not funny? That’s right.  Never.