Diary of a Mad Editor

Ah well . . .

Longtime readers of this blog will recognize that I’m back using the blog theme I was using two years ago. I had a nice new theme installed for about 10 second, but discovered it suffered the same problem as my last theme. Through trial and error I discovered that this one was the one that worked aside from the 2 default templates that come with Wordpress.

Such is life. My father is out of the hospital and I’ve spent a lot of my time carting him around. Have to take him to another doctor’s appointment this afternoon and I had a million little errands to attend to this morning, so this is really the only time I’ve had this last several days to update this blog.

And honestly, I’m not sure what to write. Haven’t really been on top of things lately. Between dealing with my dad, my own health problems and dodging bill collectors, I’ve been distracted. I’m thinking I need a break — nothing wrong with me that a colon cleansing, a day at the beach, a good book in the shade and a nice wad of cash wouldn’t cure. Throw in a massage and a soak in a hot tub and I’ll be right as rain. But, I’m not a happy camper I’ll admit it, I’m tired and kind of depressed. Knowing what I know of the world, it takes all the courage and energy I have these days just to drag my sorry ass out of bed in the morning. Yeah, maybe I’m in mourning over Michael Jackson. Yeah, that must be it.

Seriously, what’s with all the hoopla over motherfucking Michael Jackson? I can’t turn on the tv or read a magazine or newspaper without seeing that Joker. Yeah, yeah. It’s tragic and sad, but he’s not family. He’s not a buddy and it’s not as sad as hearing about a child starving to death in Africa. Really, are we really that surprised this guy bought the farm? He was a tragic death waiting to happen. What kind of moron would pay thousands of dollars to go to a memorial for some ass-clown pop star they didn’t even know? That’s insane! All the problems in the world, all the problems just dealing with our own lives and this is what people care about? How the human race has managed to remain upright and avoid extinction, I’ll never know! Honestly, you can still listen to his music if you liked listening to his music while he was alive. Why don’t you donate that money to a charity or go visit your grandmother in the nursing home instead. Michael Jackson doesn’t need our good thoughts or prayers or anything. He’s an ex-pop star. He has crossed-over. His visa on planet Earth has expired. He is no more.

Okay, okay . . . I needed to get that out of my system. I feel a little better now.