The Friday hawt chicks & links returns, and after a week where the old blog was in hiatus, at least for a few days. Every now and then you need a bit of time away to recharge the batteries of humorous outrage. I could have written things this week. I could have said stuff. But I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t have the urge. I did other stuff. Uninteresting stuff. Mostly I did some thinking, away from the keyboard. Collecting my thoughts for future furious intellectual rampages. I also read some books. I have a lot of reading to catch up on, and a bunch of books which I promised writers that I would review and which have been languishing in literature purgatory. So I’m getting to it, fellas. I’m getting to it.
Heaven help my own writing. It seems that I have a choice – write on the blog or write books. I can’t really do both it seems. I got a lot of good feedback from my talk and the Q&A that I did last week. But I am one for reading material, not sitting and watching it. I like active over passive. So I expect most people who follow me are the same. It’s a tricky one. Perhaps I just need to be more disciplined. 500 words a day and that sort of thing. But you try writing 500 words after a 5am start and its 12 hours later and you’re pretty tired. And then write an article on top of that. Sheesh.
Because you can’t just write an article. There has to be some forethought, some research. And that all takes time. Like the hawt chicks & links. So now it’s early Saturday morning and here I am, banging away at the keyboard for you all. But so what? I chose to do this. You didn’t come around demanding it. And I am the sort of person that goes insane if I can’t say my bit. And I want to say my bit in my way without anyone else telling me what to do. Hence, the blog.
I’ve heard that blogging is out of fashion. Ho hum. So what is in fashion? Tik Tok? No, thank you. I’ll give that a big fat pass. Let the kids run around like morons with that sort of rubbish. Here at the hawt chicks & links we like to pass ourselves off as intellectuals. When the left wins power the intellectuals are always the first that go up against the wall. Including their own. Can’t have anyone with half a brain undermining the glorious revolution, can we now.
I couldn’t think of a better place to be. So, with that under our belt, let’s get on with it.