i fear the permanent loss of my critical faculties. the lack of interesting, incisive posts around here as of late has already been addressed, but i feel as though i need to let you know that i still suck, and i'm not sure when the suckitude will end. i do wish that i could blog more freely about nonprofitland, as that is what is taking up the lion's share of my mental energy lately, but i really shouldn't. i am only semi-anonymous out here in the ether, and any web ninja worth his or her salt could easily discover my identity. so, this will have to suffice for an update: tomorrow is going to be a hell.ac.ious day here, and i'm tired just thinking about it.
ok, moving on. a few things i've come across traipsing around the blogosphere are worth sharing*:
1) Baby, Mix Me a Drink is hands down the funniest thing i've seen available for purchase in, oh, at least 48 hours. hey, it's the holidays, what can i say. whether or not you are a parent, if you can't laugh at this in some way, then you need to take a time-out yourselves and ruminate on how you managed to eradicate your entire sense of humor. sadly, i know a few people who should give that little exercise a try.
2) a reproductive study out of Norway "found that while miscarriage was associated with 'more mental distress in the six months after the loss of a baby,' abortion 'had a much longer lasting negative effect,' including residual feelings of guilt and anxiety." i really can't sum up a feminist reaction any better than amanda did: "After we shamed them relentlessly, for some reason, they felt shame."
so, one funny ha-ha, one funny people-are-so-dumb-you-have-to-laugh.
*hat tip to Broadsheet on both counts.
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[T]he lack of interesting, incisive posts around here as of late has already been addressed, but i feel as though i need to let you know that i still suck, and i'm not sure when the suckitude will end.
Here's a thought: CHILL. OUT.
Jeesh, hard on yourself much?
Besides, I have a theory on this, since I, too, have suffered from a bout of suckypostitis lately. I think there are simply a limited amount of interesting, insightful things to be said in this life, and that the constant growth of the blogosphere is just making the supply more and more scarce. In fact, I fear we may be headed for a Peak Idea crisis.
ah, toast, the need to chill out is the story of my life :) i think a lot of my compulsive apologizing has to do with bigger issues, though, like the fact that part of me wants to figure out a way to make a career out of writing (about stuff i'm interested in, to boot!). and i mean, if i can't even write interesting stuff on this blog, what hope do i have?
i am a tad melodramatic, of course. but there it is.
i'm sure i'll obnoxiously ruminate on it all here in due course :)
i mean, if i can't even write interesting stuff on this blog, what hope do i have?
Ha ha. Yeah, I know that feeling. The problem with blogging is that no one gives us assignments. Hell, I could write like gangbusters in college, but a big part of that was the external structure that classes and assignments and research gave me. Just sitting down and trying to write all by your lonesome? That's hard.
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