I haven’t been writing much these days, which, as you know, is a side effect of happiness. Or maybe the holidays. Actually, just happiness. But, of course, that doesn’t mean I haven’t been writing. I have been writing. I’m just a perfectionist and I have a hard time justifying posting anything that’s not blog-worthy (read: long-winded, painstakingly rewritten, and inevitably belated). But those aren’t words to describe the world we live in, right? We live in a world of quick sound bites, typo-loving tweets, trivial Facebook status updates, and news tickers running poorly abbreviated headlines at the bottom (and top) of our television screens. And though I refuse to accept defeat at the quick hands of the juggernaut ADD public enemy, I will acknowledge that it can’t hurt to mix wonted whimsical words with my preferred pensive postings. And that’s where Facebook will come into play.
For those of you who count yourself among my private pool party of Facebook friends, you have the pleasure and/or pain of being exposed to my mostly daily Facebook status updates: those 420-characters of quickly-typed and somewhat-carefully-thought-through creative outlets of expression. Though fun to write, admittedly, most of the time, they’re not worth your time or mine. But every now and then I produce something I’m proud to share with my friends, and, more accurately, something I’m willing to share with the public. And thanks to my neurotic relationship with my gal Privacy, the public never gets to read it. So after silently castigating myself for my lack of blog posts lately, I decided I might as well share with you (read: you) what little writing I’ve produced lately. And so, anytime the Facebook status update creative juices produce something spectacular, or at the very least, something not-too-horrible, I’ll consider posting it here.
With that said, I’d like to share with you my most recent Weird-Al-like dodgeball-inspired spoof of Chris Brown’s song “Forever” (aka, the wedding dance intro song I’ve watched more times than I’ll ever admit). And those who prefer the continuing story of Bungalow Benchly will just have to consider this a quick aside:
Benchly knows tonight is the night
to join him in the middle of Montpelier.
Feel the energy in the dodgers
throwing dodgeballs around you and at you.
He’s gonna duck it there and gonna dive right there,
he won’t be scared, he’ll be there, dodgers.
He can dip anywhere, throw anywhere.
But first, here’s his chance: watch the ball thrown at you!
It’s like he waited his whole life to play dodgeball.
It’s gonna be you, him, and the gym floor
’cause he’s only got one night.
Dodgeball Night pleasure.
Dodgeball Night fun and dodge forever.
Forever on the gym floor!
On second thought, maybe I should stick to my regularly unscheduled blog posts.
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