Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts
Showing posts with label procrastination. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 02, 2024

Innovation in Procrastination and Whimsy

Our man on the Southside tells us that his bad habits have pushed the final day of Gheorghemas 2023 into the new year. While we initially assumed we knew what he was talking about, because him, we now think we've found the true culprit.

The gold medal for innovation in creative procrastination goes to...the genius that inseminated artificial intelligence with Jack Handey's brainseed and gave us Inspirobot, which is self-described thusly: 

"I'm InspiroBot.

I am an artificial intelligence dedicated to generating unlimited amounts of unique inspirational quotes for endless enrichment of pointless human existence."

I will neither confirm nor deny that I spent an hour or so on New Year's Eve sending one of these after another to my children, but they would likely come clean. It's good, clean, rabbit-hole-racing fun:





Sunday, May 24, 2020

Corona Files: Cleaning Out the Blogarage

The nesting instinct is strong in me as we head towards the end of the third month of pandemic-related self-isolation. I've cleaned out my garage, hung some artwork, steam-cleaned carpets, fired up the grill on multiple occasions, edged the lawn, contracted for landscaping, and bought multiple kitchen gadgets over the interwebz. Today, I turn my attention to this little website.

As a group, we have 232 posts in various states of draft. 156 of those are mine. I have told you before, on many occasions, that I am pretty good at generating ideas and pretty damn lousy at following through on them. I've never really been confronted by such stark evidence of my lack of execution. In 2020 alone, I've started and failed to finish 11 different posts, more than two a month.

The oldest post in draft form is one started by TR entitled, 'Ranking Every Summer Job I Ever Had'. I'd read that one, which was started on June 22, 2011. A few months later, I started one with the headline, 'Towards a Social Psychology of Flatulence'. Apparently it was based on an article in The Atlantic by Andrew Sullivan.

In October 2012, I started a post called 'Things rob Leaves in Drafts', which I assume was meant to look at stuff I started and never finished. Pretty meta, that. Later that same year, Clarence (who I believe is Igor, but possibly Whitney) started but never published the 12th Day of Gheorghemas. Very G:TB, indeed.

Cracker-ass Cracker
Zman has a draft from March 2013 about what car Zman would drive. I think the world needs that one. There's one from the Teej three months later entitled 'Lindsey Graham Cracker Crunch'. Need that one, too. The Doofus Overlord doesn't get mad very often, but that one's got potential.

Marls started something called 'Poop Into a Wormhole' in January 2014. In February 2015, Teej began a post entitled 'Siri, remind me on July 31st to plan for the Palestra', which I believe was a reference to a plan we started to go see a college basketball game or two at that venue in Philly. Spoiler alert: we have not yet done that.

Dave has a handful of entries, one of which in August 2015 was called 'Weird Spooky Scary Awful Shit'. Knowing what kind of stuff lurks in the corners of Dave's brain, this could be just about anything.

Zman has multiple drafts in 2015-16 replete with copious tags, which means he probably got pretty far down the road before running out of gas. That's a shame.

Speaking of running out of gas, I'm getting tired of digging through all the years, so I'm gonna fast-forward a little bit. Most of my stuff is either political or centered around an article I found interesting. I've started no fewer than three posts that attempt to explains our current President. I have no more the stomach or that than he does for the basic duties of his job.

In 2020, I started two separate attempts to write a Scooby Doo-style mystery that featured Samantha Huge as the villain and saw Tony Shaver riding to Dane Fischer's rescue. It's a great idea. Hope it gets finished. Also started a drunken post about how much I love my dog. That'll be an amusing one to see. TR has a bunch in the recent past. He's on vacation now. Nothing but time to blog.

Just like all the rest of us.

Friday, November 21, 2014

I Procastinate Even While I'm Procrastinating

Still working on my top 10(ish) songs opus, but it's turning into a serious project. I might release it in chapters.

Until then, in celebration of the 20th anniversary of the Old 97's (a band that will certainly factor into my list) debut album, Hitchhike to Rhome, a pair of versions of my favorite tune from that album.

First, the original studio recording, which has since morphed from a bluegrass head-nodder into a straight-ahead rocker:



And, for Shlara and KQ, a sweaty Rhett version that rocks, though the sound quality is brutal: