deep thoughts... only deep ones

I'm winging it. Ranting, if you will, about things, without the slightest bit of insight, I observe about christian blogs.

I liken blogging to a tunnel, one that you enter... (bad thought, moving on)

But honestly, (because when you start a sentence with that, you can have said near any kind of BS before it, get away with it, and somehow be funny? WHY? I have no idea) ...so... but honestly, I get really tired of solving the worlds problems.

(Which, itself is an oxymoron. If I COULD, by some miracle, solve the worlds problems I wouldn't settle... nope, I'd be too great a commodity to settle. Or, is the grass not greener on the other side of not-being-able-to-solve-the-worlds-problems, I may be disappointed to find my alter-ego-world-saving-self as having to settle for solving the world, and thus find myself back where I started.)

But honestly, what benefit is there in figuring everything out? Most blogs I've read sound like they were composed by a little Yoda. And since I love Yoda I emulate the pattern I see in my own blog. Indeed, in my moments of deep reflection I honestly find myself thinking, "that would be a good blog." So I blame my own blogging depression upon "them". Whoever "they" are is not important, only that I may blame "them" for something.

(my brain really does explode, no really. Lights up like the butte, pilot butte just above my eyebrow. Not in a headache-ish way, no, literally there are explosions which force my deep ponderings into fox-holes while I send out the crazy thoughts to try to scare the explosions away. Its true, they're like clown thoughts for the rodeo bull thoughts and they lead the rodeo bull thoughts away from my brain. Its a travesty, but a true one. And when the explosions seem to subside, my deep thoughts crawl out of their fox-holes and begin marching all over the clown thoughts. My brain is a literal circus. Don't come in, unless you have a visa from National Geographic and are determined to discover just what it is that causes me to feel is so loony)

But honestly, to ascertain the reasons behind my inadvertent resourcefulness (in regards to discerning only the most deep... deep... deep DEEP reasons for things I observe) you'd have to read the blog. Because that is what blogs are good for, right? I do tire from it, I'm going to spend the rest of the evening thinking of nothing.

(In actuality, I'm going to live vicariously through a digital rendition of an overweight plumber wearing read overalls and a hat emblazoned with an "M" for Mario, while playing tennis against a Toad with a face composed of two dots and a line)

But honestly,...