chugging along

Must keep typing.
Must keep believing.
Someone must see this...someday.
I feel as if I'm on an island. Where is my coconut life raft?

To keep my sanity, I must keep up the blog. At times it feels as if no one will ever read or comment but I must have faith. I must believe...or once again...the blog will die.

So, 2 degrees this morning. You know how cold that is? You know where you are? It's colder than that. You know how cold that is? A cab driver drove me to my train station for free.

So, currently, it is the winter of my blog. This blog is cold. So cold. Windswept. Painful. But the sun will come out, Annie! But guess what, the blog cab driver is giving my blog a free ride to the train.

Won't you give my blog $2.50? Because that's train fare plus a transfer.

And also some important stuff is going on in my life too. But I would never talk about it to nobody. And currently there's nobody here.

Whoosssshhhh...says the wind.

Then silence.

Midgets are candy.

This blog is about getting blog readers. If you are already reading this, you may disregard this. If you are not currently reading this, then listen up. I need you to come here a minute. I'm not going to hit you. I just want to talk to you for a second...well it took me 59 seconds to type that sentence.

Just wondering why you're not reading this. Any answers as to why you're not reading this? Is it because we just spoke? Is it because, "it's enough already with the Chris Churchill"?

So...what's up? Nothing important, I guess, if you're reading this. I mean, you're not checking with me to see what I think about Health Care Reform, right? Even though I think that people shouldn't get sick or injured. Then we'd have more time.

See what I mean? It's simple. All you have to do is read. You don't have to think, contemplate or consider. Just read. Breathe every once in a while. I don't even care if you eat or excrete waste. Just breathe and read.

Want to hear what I think about the war? What war? I don't know. What's on t.v.? Uh-oh. It's that really depressing reality show about some war. I hate it. They should cancel that war and just give everyone a nice severance.

What about the future? What do I think about the future? I won't know til I get there, I guess. Unless, wait...it's coming to me. I know what I think about the future. However, to tell you what I think about it would prevent me from being born and then I'd have to do an entirely different blog. And frankly, I'm not prepared for that. It's been a rough life so far and I'd rather not start all over again.

What do I think about global warming? I think polar bears stranded on drifting ice is cute at first. Then it gets depressing, so I turn that war program which leads me to turn off the television and huff "Breck".
If it was really getting warmer, wouldn't somebody say something? I mean, I know I don't listen to anyone, but I swear I haven't anything about global warming.

What do I think about the Mars probe? What goes around comes around doesn't it Martians? How do like being probed?

What do I think about blogging? Well, I've had four good thoughts in my life and I can't remember any of them. But luckily, at least two of them are still on line in my 2005 blog entries. If I think of anything good from here on out, I'll let you know.
Like this: "I've thought of a good thing!" And, though you can't see me, my finger will be raised triumphantly in the air. Then I will recount the good thing that I thought and you will reply anonymously that you already knew that and that I should move back to Saskatoon and tell an Eskimo. And then it's on because Eskimos hate being called Eskimos. They're little people.
And midgets are candy.
Don't ever forget.
Midgets are candy.

Wow.

I didn't know I was still able to blog on this. It's been a year and a half. God bless Blogger. I'm eating 72% chocolate, listening to Howard Stern and trying out my new Clear internet service. It seems to be pretty good. I have a netbook and I'm planning on writing a screenplay which I will then shoot, edit and submit to festivals. That's the plan. I really always loved blogging. Maybe I'll link to this from my new website for my theater group, www.cogovs.com.
Yes, I will!
Then from Facebook, Youtube, MySpace! It's a whole new world! Technology is accelerating so quickly that some believe that technology will reach a point at which we will be able to do everything by Dec. 21, 2012. I didn't even learn that from John Cusack. Who thinks Cusack has become a douchebag? And who thinks he always was? Well, he's rich and working so he beats me. But fewer people think I'm a douchebag, I bet. I mean, I only have 600 friends or so on Facebook. At most 600 could think I'm a douchebag. Although, on my trolley job that I've been working for 11 years, I"ve met about 1,000,000 people. Even if the 1,000,000 I've met think I'm a douchebag, John Cusack's got multiple millions who've seen him behave like a spoiled rich kid (even though he's in his 40's) in interviews. Dean Richards asked him if he was going to be happy to be home for the holidays. Okay, not a brilliant question but I don't think that was the point. I think good ol' Dean was trying to set a friendly tone for the interview and John Cusack wouldn't accept any pleasantries.
Now the question is, do more people like him than me? Yes. Because all over America, women stuck in their 1980's adolescence, still think that the image of him holding up the radio is the most romantic thing they've ever seen. However, he doesn't want to be known for that. So I would like to start a "John Cusack renounces what made him cool in that one good movie he did." grassroots smear campaign.
Joan seems to be cool.