That's right, ladies and gentlemen; I've reached a historic landmark. This is my 69th post on this blog (go ahead, count them. I dare you).
Why is the 69th post such a landmark historic moment, you ask? Because the numbers '6' and '9' when placed right next to one another resembles a certain sex act and because I have not progressed past the maturity level of a thirteen-year-old.
In fact, I've been looking forward to this landmark historic moment ever since I first joined the 'Pen 15" club, which I thought was an exclusive writer's club until I saw what 'Pen 15' looks like when written on my hand. Then I just felt like an idiot.
So this is what it's come to, my friends. This morning I said to myself "Man, I haven't written a new entry since last week. I need to write something. What am I going to write about?" Then, when I went to start writing the post, I saw that this was going to be my 69th blog. "Bingo!" I exclaimed. "Now I don't have to think. Perfect."
I don't know what it is, but lately I've been having trouble getting the old creative juices flowing. This is a problem considering I have a whole mess of sketches to write, rewrite, edit and so forth within the next week and a half. And here I am, I can't think of anything to write for a simple little blog without resorting to middle school sex jokes.
I've tried the usual methods (drinking, plagiarism, sacreficing small animals) but to no avail. I need to figure out how to get back into the swing of things.
Maybe I just need to sit down and watch an early Adam Sandler movie. If that's not going to get me out of the childish humor mode, I don't know what will.