Java with "Joe Bag of Doughnuts"

Gimme an "A"!!!!

This entry was posted on February 7, 2009 12:50 AM and is filed under Alphabet Soup with Joe Bag of Doughnuts.

Well it's been nearly two weeks since my last entry, so the game plan isn't going as well... "planned" so far as the new year goes. At least so far as my plans for this blog anyways. Hell I haven't even written any new poetry in three weeks and I normally do that every day. As they say; you can't put the shit back into the goose so as they also say; we are "moving on"!

There has been a lot going on these past few weeks (in my life anyways), but nothing particularly blog worthy, other than perhaps to note that the commercials during the Superbowl this year more or less sucked, and we got another dose of how poorly Bruce Springsteen is aging during the half time show. I intended to post another Barracks Ohpleasebombus update by now as well as a new "Black Coffee in Bed" entry, but seeing as those are the last two things I posted I feel there needs to be something in between so it doesn't seem repetitive.

I gave a lot of thought as I was driving today to see what I might come up with to write about, and strongly considered starting a "How to Avoid Being a Stupid Girl/Boy" guide to dating series of articles, but as I gave it further thought I came to the realizaton that I might be able to make a buck or two writing that, so I ain't gonna give it away for free here. Instead I plumbed the limitless resources of my imagination and decided to simply rehash something I did on another blog I used to likewise be more timely in updating. Kinda the way Hollyweird is rehashing movies and TV shows these days. So without further adieu:

Alphabet Soup with Joe Bag of Doughnuts: The Letter A

"Apathy"

Apathy is the reason I probably haven't posted a new entry in the blog for a while. I suppose that despite all that has been going on recently, I have been rather apathetic about it all. One might call it a bad case of the "mehs" or simply seasonal affective disorder. Who knows and to be honest who really cares? I know I don't because as I said already I've been rather apathetic about everything lately.

"Apoplexy"

Apoplexy normally refers to sudden death that begins with a loss of consciousness, and comes from the Greek word for seizure. Thankfully it can also mean a state of rage or excitement. Now I am clearly not in a state of rage, as I have been rather apathetic till recently, but I am somewhat excited at the moment hence why I have elected to forego apathy and do some much needed writing.

"Amorous"

When one begins to feel Amorous it can be the result of an apoplectic sense of excitement, leastwise one would hope so anyways. As Valentine's Day rushes ever closer it is only natural that a man's or woman's thoughts turn to something of a romantic nature, and as a result he or she may become amorous. Feeling amorous is certainly a good way to stave of feelings of apathy to be sure. I suppose this is at least one good reason for not hating the French so much, as without those frog munching surrender monkeys we wouldn't have this word to bandy about.

"Autoerotic"

Now when a man or woman begins to feel amorous, but doesn't have a partner to expend those feelings upon, this can create quite the pickle, or lack thereof to either have or place the pickle in. This in turn can be quite frustrating and lead directly back to feelings of apathy or apoplexy (and we ain't talking the good kind here). Seeing as rage is never a useful emotion thankfully one can instead decide to become Autoerotic. While not nearly as satisfying as having your pickle and eating it too, or having a place to put your pickle, it is said "nobody drives it like the owner" and there is probably a good reason why they say that.

So what does this all mean you ask? Well here we go; as Valentine's day approaches should you find yourself in a state of apathy or apoplexy that leads to either unsated amorous inclination, or rage because you have no pickle or place to put said pickle into, remember you can always take matters into your own hands by being autoerotic and do something about it. It sure beats the hell out of planning your own Valentine's Day massacre. Take my word on that.

Have fun ;)!