THIS IS NOT A DRILL. THIS IS NOT EVEN AN AWL, OR THE TERRIBLE, HOLLOW FANG OF LA ARAÑA.
THIS.
IS.
BLAUGUST APPARENTLY.
this episode of Righteous Gemstones isn’t gonna watch itself
This news was brought to me, as so much is, by my pal Renard over in his world; go check out his archive, he’s the best!
One could be forgiven for thinking I have spent July in what might APPEAR to be something of a blump (blogging-slump). AND TO THAT I SAY:
No it’s true; the record-breaking (again) heatwave, the various Trials of Domesticus that have concerned our home lately (did YOU know a water-heater could catch fire? We didn’t!), and the somnific monotony of my ongoing job-search have combined like some kind of sweaty Voltron, and I have not had the spell-slots for much creative effort. I know nobody was demanding a blumpsplanation (blogging-slump explanation), but one Feels Bad if one fails to Produce Content because capitalism.
So Blaugust is a perfect blumpimpunity (blogging-slump improvement opportunity) to get back into the swing of things, and I’d be a fool–a fool damn’d, judging by my local temperatures–to let it pass me by in an act of criminal blumpimpuniglect (blogging-slump improvement opportunity neglect). I really enjoyed participating in Bloguanary earlier in the year when I wasn’t yelling at my cats, congressman or God for letting me sign up for it, and it’ll be nice to stretch those muscles again.
What do you think, gang? Do we have another month of this in us? Might we be giants (of blogging)? If you’re up to it, I’ll see you in what Arizonans call the Sauna Month; you’ll know me when you see me, I’ll be the one covered in mosquitos and cicadas and trying to figure out how to make cups of grape shave-ice work in one of those can-holder helmets.
–The Bageler
I’ve got this energy beneath my feet, like
Something underground’s gonna come up and carry me