Uhm, ok. So, I’ve been told. My good buddy Kevin, who apparently is a dedicated fan of my website, is sick and tired of my occasional “writer’s block” posting. By “sick and tired” I mean he took the time to write a lengthy comment on the subject and by “occasional” I mean every other post.

For your convenience, I’ve included his comment below. I’ve taken a couple of liberties and corrected Kevin’s occasional fat-finger misspellings.

I don’t know if this is actually a post.

It is, on the other hand, an affirmation of neglect to the site, of which I am a fan, and now that you’ve undoubtedly found a calculator to do the math, maybe we could continue in the same vein and figure out how long you’re gonna take before you realize that there may be more like me out there, waiting, biting at the bit, for a little or a lot more than you’ve given us. Producing and maintaining a site like this takes on another role of responsibility than that of it’s upkeep. The responsibility is to the readership and or viewership, whichever you prefer, of the site. The poor sod, not unlike myself, who routinely takes the time to check in is more often then not, eager to become involved in the antics and happenstance of what the latest post has to offer. Whether it be biting satire, the odd run-in with the local public at large, the ongoing and sometimes heated exchanges between “wifey and the other half or third”, or maybe an observation to ponder or make fun of. Any of these are relished and sought after day in and day out but to initiate a post in the name of how long it’s been since the last one, is merely taking a breath and informing your awaiting public that it will be longer still before anything of valuable substance appears to satisfy our insatiable appetites. Calculators aside, we sometimes have a right to demand more, after all, you did start us on this road turning quickly into the habit that is our bane to carry; likewise it’s your duty not to cut the cord but to make sure the content is as strong and entertaining or thought provoking as it has always been. Other than that, how’s your day going?

How’s my day? Fine… just freaking fine, until somebody volunteered to be my conscience. Thanks a bunch Kevin. You’re a pal.

In a related news story, doctors have found that one may cure erectile dysfunction by simply looking the afflicted person directly in the eye and yelling “No excuses, mister! Just get it up! NOW!!“

Twenty thousand, one hundred and sixty minutes.
Three hundred and thirty six hours.
Fourteen days.

Yup. It’s been two weeks since I put a post up here. I really have nothing to blame other than sheer laziness. That and a relatively uneventful fortnight.

(yaaaaawn)

Anyone who has been following my meandering muses here at OhMeNerves.com knows that after a period of sporadic or non-existing posts comes the obligatory post falling under the category of writer’s block. That post usually contains a bunch of shtuff that could arguably be a virtual cesspool of blog posting inspiration leaving you, my faithful reader(s) wondering why I’ve abandoned you for so long.

Well, I hate to disappoint so this post will be no different.

Our summer here in Atlantic Canada has been a pretty shitty one so far. Through to the end of July it’s been mostly miserable, wet, and unseasonably cool. To make the weather even more unbearable, the nice days we did have were coincidental to days that our son had to work. So our weeks consisted of a sentence of rain, drizzle and fog punctuated with a lot of complaining from our offspring. Then August came. The first week was a little cool, but since then someone turned up the furnace. It’s been hot as a one night stand for two solid weeks now, and it hasn’t been a dry heat either. As everyone knows, it’s not the heat, it’s the stupidity. I was stupid enough to think we could get by without installing our air conditioners. It was fine for a while, but now… boy oh boy. Now I’m saying it’s not reasonable to put them up if we are starting vacation in a week or so anyway.

Speaking of segues, our vacation is a little late this year. We normally go during the first two weeks of August. But this year we are going during the first two weeks of September because our son is off to Memorial University in St. John’s. So we postponed our vacation by a month to bring him off to the gates of adulthood and help ready him for a year without dear old Mom and Dad.

The funny thing about segues is that Jody over at SteelWhiteTable.org also took his vacation in Newfoundland this year. While he was there he came across a souvenir that reminded him of me. Check out the hat in the picture… “Oh Me Nerves!” I don’t get it, but you never know what triggers an associational thought. I’m grateful Jody. Believe it or not, I don’t already have one, but I do have a couple of coffee mugs with that phrase on it and I have another friend that went to Newfoundland and bought a T-Shirt (for herself! Thanks Chrissy!) with that same phrase on it.

Our next-door neighbours moved out after nine years of putting up with sharing a wall with us. They decided that they would move all the way across town and change their phone number, names, and license plate. When they settled in, they immediately went on vacation at the opposite end of the country. I’m doing my best not to take it personally, although I have invested in Costco quantities of deodorant and breath mints just in case.

I played in a pool league this summer too. Played very well, my best season ever. We are in the midst of playoffs now… we’ll see if I manage to fall short of the championship (again).

Besides all that, we’ve spent a fair amount of time riding our four-wheelers, sitting on our asses, walking, eating like seagulls, dieting and generally being pissed off with enjoying each other’s company.

Now, as I look at the calendar, I can see that we have eight more sleeps before we leave to make the 2000 kilometer journey to our home town and the place where we will say “so long” to our son as he starts his own journey through the ranks of higher education and, hopefully, a full and prosperous life. Eight more sleeps.

Here I am, at the end of alphabet month, and only half way through the alphabet. Now, at letter N, I got Nothing, just like my buddies over at SWT.

Nada. Ništa. Niets. Wala. Rien. Nichts. Niente. Nic. 无.

Early in the month, I was churning posts out at a fairly good clip, with 10 posts completed by mid month. My record month was 15 posts, back in September and October of 2006. I had my best chance to beat that this month. Oh, well. There’s always May. May will be Finish-The-Backwards-Alphabet Month. My goal will be 16 posts, just to beat the record.

In the meantime, click the picture on the right for a web site about nothing.

Peter Piper Picked a Peck of Pickled Peppers

Y’all know that I often suffer from anxiety caused by my inability to come up with ideas to write about on my blog. I figured that if I started this whole alphabet thingy it would motivate me to write my posts in advance. Well, it kinda worked. Titles are easy, but free flowing text is a little bit of a struggle sometimes. But this time, I’m not without ideas. I have lots of ideas for the letter “P”, but the timing, or the content, or the letter is a little bit off.

For instance… right now I’m in the process of Pimping My Ride. My four-wheeler is getting a little bit of a cosmetic functional update. I have already installed new front and rear bumpers to make it look mean protect it in the event of an unfortunate bump by or into another four wheeler or tree or ditch or… As well, I’ve ordered (they arrived today!) four new tires and aluminum rims to make it look meaner enhance it’s capability in traversing the occasional mudhole that we intentionally drive into happen to need to cross to reach our destination. But I can’t write about this, at least not yet. I don’t have it all assembled and I don’t have any pictures. I’d have to have pictures for that post. (Update: Pimping complete. I picked up the tires later in the day and mounted them. Click the thumbnail for a slightly better view.)

Also, I’ve started Popping Pills and have a referral to Physical Therapy to fix my tennis elbow. I haven’t started the Physio yet, but the pills are doing a wonderful job on my elbow. The havoc they are playing with my digestive system is evidenced by the stimulation to the senses it is causing; smell and sound in particular. Never before did I wake in the middle of the night thinking there was a thunderstorm only to discover the sound was coming from the contents of my digestive tract trying to find the nearest emergency exit. Speaking of Physical Ailments, I also have chronic Tinnitus (ringing in the ears). My buddy Paul tells me that he read somewhere that one cause of Tinnitus is excessive masturbation. Needless to say, my recent diagnosis of Tennis Elbow did nothing to convince him otherwise.

And now I discover that the Newfoundland and Labrador Blogroll has chosen my blog as the Blog of the Week! Now, I know that nothing here begins with a P, but if I had not Procrastinated, I would have had P and O done by now and I could have used N for Newfoundland and Labrador Blogroll Blog of the Week. Couldn’t I? So, in a roundabout kinda way, I could have used this as a blog post title. Not for P, but for N, if I wasn’t stuck on P. But I’m stuck on P.

The problem is picking which P to post.

Oh well. You’ll have to excuse me now. I have to go pee.

Since Wednesday of last week, I’ve been waiting and wondering whether I would find something starting with “w” worth writing about. In this day iPhones and laptops, we have wireless access to a whack of information and inspiration on the World Wide Web.. We have instant access to the who, what, when, where, and why on everything from the weather forecast to whether Wiarton Willy predicts another six weeks of winter.

Yet, here I am, wracking my brain and wringing my hands worrying about finding the words… I give up. Let’s call it a wrap, and consider “w” a wash.