Blog riffing 101: Tune in right here

I sometimes wonder if reading the Sunday phone will ever be as good as paper.

Digital sounds piercing at times.

I like to glide smoothly and with as much robustness as one can possibly muster through life.

Some people get paid millions of dollars to play a game that features a ball, bat and three (technically four if you count home plate) bases.

When it’s really cold out, I fire up inside both of my Core 2 Duos, my Pentium 4 box and my Power Mac G4 tower while writing.

I wonder if wearing a ski cap indoors can damage your creativity.

I’m not sure but my head is certainly warmer.

I just took off the ski cap and now my fingers are cold.

Will something good come of this?

The optimist says the best is yet to come.

I say why not think that way.

Sentence long paragraphs are (to me) like how jammin’ guitar used to make me feel.

Recognize inventiveness whose origins are rooted in surroundings-based canvas and quiet steadfastness?

How many calories does blogging 500 words chew up?

I don’t know. I’ve never measured–before or after.

I read more stories about studies detailing how morning people live longer, are smarter, work out in the morning and think about their intake more than most other people who prefer to do the bulk of their critical consciousness during the evenings.

I’ve been on both sides of this equation and have found a constant that transcends both demographics: stupid knows no time of day.

What came first the leader or the follower?

I vote for the follower as this person must have followed things other than leaders of their own kind to have survived to the point where there was finally a self-proclaimed leader who emerged–tricking them into thinking he’d be someone good to follow.

How long should someone hang on an inspiration?

My answer is, “For as long as it takes them to realize they do not know where, when or why they started down this path to begin with.”

I’ve never wanted a pair of those thin gloves with the finger tip areas cut out of them…until now.

I think if I found a pair my fingertips would still get cold.

Maybe it’s just the rest of my hand that might get warm.

I’ve lost interest in where either Bryce Harper or Manny Machado sign.

But it was interesting (to me) that Manny Machado’s name in my application’s spellcheck just came up as suspect words and Bryce Harper’s did not.

I need fat mice to be happy. Or at least my hand does.

Looking at computer/tablet/phone/device screens can give me a very stiff neck.

Reading newspapers never have.

I’m old enough to remember when phone book delivery was a good contract job.

Winters can sometimes also make me remember when I delivered phone books one season and slipped and fell on my back–with me and the phone books flying up in the air until we all came down hard on the icy cold pavement below.

It hurt. And so does my neck.