Time For External Stimulus

As is periodically necessary, I require external stimulus from my readers to get my sloggish brain and over-worked ass to post.

Please suggest subject-matter you would like to see posts on in comments. I don't know what it is, but I'm feeling dry as a bone for inspiration the past few days. It's not like nothing is going on -- there's a LOT going on (in fact, my Beloved tonight quoted someone as saying "It's like trying to comb your hair during a hurricane", and that sounded just exactly right).

But see, blogging actually helps me with that, if I can get past my slog and blog.

Please -- I beg you -- tell me what to write about!!!!!!!

Posted byPortlyDyke at 11:48 PM  

5 comments:

Bob said... December 10, 2008 at 5:40 AM  

The upcoming holiday rush?

You know, for Solstice.

getoffmyskittle said... December 10, 2008 at 7:51 AM  

How about more of Portly's Awesome Advice, which I periodically send to my friends?

(Hi from Shakesville, by the way!)

Llencelyn said... December 10, 2008 at 5:42 PM  

I don't know if you want to write actual posts about these subjects, but you could freewrite to break the block:

- The intersection of science and spirituality in your life.

- Your relationship with mirrors.

- Musing on the phrase "bitch beer." Oh wait...nvm, that's what I need to write about because the assholes in the computer lab apparently have a thing against Mike's Hard Lemonade and other tasty things.

- Reflect on your time in high school.

- Write an ode to your favorite pet.

I could do this all day. :)

pidomon said... December 10, 2008 at 6:01 PM  

how about how you became so wise?
seriously thank you for the advice over at the island

and i'd love to hear more stories about you and your beloved

NameChanged said... December 10, 2008 at 8:50 PM  

I love anything, so how about what inspires you. Or how do you navigate the allegations of "crazy person" with the cosmic psychic stuff. I'm kinda in a situation where someone I care about could be labeled crazy or in tune with cosmic stuff, and I'm torn. You are my compass.

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