Unblocked

I have bloggers block. I have been trying to write something, anything, for weeks. 

I did start a little story about the ongoing demonic attacks from Connecticut. This was prompted by the exploding blood vessels in my eyes and then the molten duck fat that erupted and burned by face. But I got bored and forgot. 

I did intend to write about my trip to LA. Flying First Class on Virgin America, dinner at Susan Feniger's Street, the Getty Museum, dinner at Cook’s County, the Stanley Kubrick exhibit at LACMA, the Caravaggio exhibit at LACMA, the amazing restaurant at LACMA and even cuter waiter, the wacko ultra-expensive house we rented in West Hollywood, and the fact that I finally got to go to the Santa Monica Farmers Market. All of this was going to be intertwined around my relationship with KCRW and LA and how my very first blog post was about a trip to LA and KCRW, but all that got over shadowed by the fact that my parents infected me with the norovirus so that I got to sit in Terminal 3 at LAX dying while I waited to fly home. I was going to point out the irony that the last time I was in Terminal 3 at LAX I also had gotten a norovirus, this time in Santa Fe, and I also had to sit, dying, while I waited to fly home, in First Class. It was just too painful to relive all that so I couldn’t write it down.

Then I was going to write about how I was listening to KCRW and Anne Litt played Races Are Run from the amazing and mysteriously lost Buckingham Nicks album and how I got obsessed and had to find a digital copy even though the album was never released on CD, and I was able to find a copy of this euphonious unicorn on eBay and that it is amazing and prefect and has a whole bunch of songs that were never on the vinyl album. And then I thought, hey, the demonic attacks from Connecticut have stopped ever since I started listening to the Buckingham Nicks album so I was going to write this whole story about how the Buckingham Nicks album taps into the same energy that comes out of the anti-hell mouth in Maui and how it creates a magical force field of silver musical energy around you which ancient Sumerian demons cannot penetrate. 

But then I thought, even though it’s true, no one will even believe that I got a digital copy of this never published album and no one will believe that the music does create a magical force field of silver musical energy around you which ancient Sumerian demons cannot penetrate. So I didn't write about that either. 

I don’t know what to do to get unblocked. 

I love my job. I really love my job. I have a great boss, I work with a great team. I have nothing to whine about. How the hell am I supposed to write a blog when I have nothing to whine about?

Wait. 

I found something. 

I just spent a fortune on the latest in cat housing fashion from New York, The Egghouse. Pink, egg shaped, this is a must have for the up to date cat parent.

 

My cat Fred, not pictured here, tried sitting in the new Egghouse for one evening as we watched TV. Then he decided that this plastic thing must just be a litter box and it was closer than the one in the laundry room so he pretty much filled it up with cat poo. 

So that is it. My blog post after all this time, Cat poo in the Egghouse. 

Maybe working through all this will unblock me. 

Just like Fred. 



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