I have nothing worth saying

The last two days have been what I would call "full." Let me add that, in my conception of the world, "full" is not a good thing. I don't like days like that. They are too ... "full."

When such days happen I dream up some new cantankerous phrase to express my dissatisfaction. This time my phrase was, "Ah, monkey babble balls!" Previously my expression was, "Shit snortin' bastards!" I enjoy making up expressions like this. There is something poetic to them. And very silly.

I've not been completely idle the last few days, however. On my movie blog, I told the world how much I enjoyed the movie Pride & Prejudice, an almost perfect love story. Guys aren't suppose to like movies such as this but, ah monkey babble balls, I love Jane Austen.

By the way (not that anyone is interested), I think I've finally settled on a template look that I like for yet another of my blogs, Writelife, where I babble about writing and trying to pay the rent by it.

I hope to have a more cogent and worthwhile post in a day or two.