VodkaPundit summed up my doldrums pretty damn well.
It’s one of those nights when the world glares, stomps its foot, and flat out refuses to do anything interesting for me. I’d love to entertain you with some quick wit, or more of the vicious humor you keep coming here for, but the Earth is sometimes a Prima Donna, locked in her dressing room because there are too many yellow M&M’s in her bowl. She just won’t come out and play, and you just can’t understand why.
Not that I’m complaining, mind you. The ’90s were, except to scandal mongers, a pretty dull decade — but I’d happily settle for another stock market bubble, another phony peace, and some more seriously unserious politics. I’d take another Florida Presidential election brouhaha over our real world, any time. Al Gore demanding a semi-recount, weeks after the election? Remember when Maureen Dowd seemed relevant? How delightfully quaint.
It’s a strange time when we’d ‘settle’ for some not-really-so-good times.
Things haven’t been very funny around here for awhile, and I don’t like it that way. I’ve been doing a lot of digging and reading and hand-wringing and plotting, and none of these things give me the time to space out and focus something long enough to tap into its humor. I don’t really want to be a political commentator (or a whiny doomsaying teenage wasteland were-blogger) at the current point in my life. I want to have fun. I want to make fun. I want to make fun of things.
Today I saw a Green Giant cardboard box that boasted it brimmed with “Niblets”. Under the word was its equivalent spelled out in Chinese, and it made me laugh.