I just looked back the last thing I posted was on September 27, I guess I have been a bit distracted the past couple of weeks.  I have also been struggling with a topic in which to write.  At lunch the other day we are exchanging stories and Ben made the comment that I have all this wonderful stuff to write about but never do.  I had to consider all the things I would not write about.  The other question is why I even bother doing this at all.  Given the current economic clement do I even want to have a blip on Google if a potential employer decides to look me up.  I even consider ripping this site down, cleaning up my Facebook, and by all means making a lot of my photos private.  The reality of having this electronic split personality feels much less than honest

I have been unable to come to any clear decisions on what to do.  But here are a few things I could never write about because of love, respect, or fear or career suicide

1. People at work and all the bull shit, egos, bad decisions. 
2. Domestic issues with friends or family – breakups, affairs, devoice,  domestic violence,  drugs, money, gambling, health issues, body odder,  racism,  suicide, addiction, arrest
3. Puke as funny and sad as throwing up can be I would never write about it gross
4. Children – I would never be accused of being kid friendly and I have wished on several occasions they would be banned from the park, airplanes, any anywhere alcohol is served.  That being said making fun of specific kids seems wrong.

So what’s left: what I did this week, what I had for lunch and what I watched on TV, and of course politics.  What am I getting out of it – my screams in the dark are all carefully refined and anything interesting and real is removed. 

Lorri, just stopped by desk, several months ago we did a toy exchange, I took her carved coconut in the shape of a head and she took my Mr. Potato Head.  We were talking about shooting Mr. Potato Head’s suicide leap off the 5th floor deck.  That might be interesting right?