Blog Worthy?

I really don't have anything to blog about. So...
I think reading too many blogs kills your blogging mojo. This used to be a reflex thing. Now? I’m wondering why write this when you can just read some blogs then go and play some more Snes games…

Yes my PC crashed again. And this time theres no blue screen theres just a lot of beeping. I plan to sue someone. Now should that be Microsoft or Intel? Someone should have warned me not to unplug the game pad while the PC was on. Considering that my copy of windows XP was bootlegged maybe I should cross Microsoft off my list…

Now I’m back using this public (family) property laptop and for my little sister’s sake I’ll have to push back writing that erotica novella I was working on (we can’t afford another freak in the family). Is it true what they say about laptops and sperm counts? I’m going paranoid here. I swear I can almost hear the wails of my unborn children emanating from my nut-sack (nobody outside academic circles uses the word testicles and balls is so pre-2002, hence nut-sack). Could the heat really do that? Hmmm…

I’ve been trying to get my writing cap (unblog related writing cap) back on. With stuff like:

As dawn broke on Lagos the city rose in a single magnificent sweep brushing off the debris of drunken souls and sleepless dreamers its shoulders had had to bear the night before. The prostitutes crawled back into their stench filled corners sharing the same piece of norcturnal karma as the city cops that mounted all-night checkpoints the night before. Obalende, the city’s unacknowledged heartbeat, nudged itself back to life with sporadic spasms of conductors calling out to the first explorers of this brand new day. The sun slowly rising, pealing away the excesses of the night before, restored the eternal optimism of the average Lagosian, beamed down rays of false hope onto the dew-covered streets. The black-stripped orange buses, blood in the labyrinth-veins of the city, started their endless cycle again. Strangers packed side by side on their way to equally strange destinations. Gospel music blaring out of speakers was their theme song as they moved from the island to the mainland.

The boy named after the city had been a virgin the day before…

Then I read Tori’s excellent (for a first trial) fictional piece on the joy of finding love on the dance floor and suddenly 27 word sentences didn’t seem so cool anymore…

I’m currently rereading this biography of Oscar Wilde (by…I’m too lazy to stretch my hand out to check for the authors name- from here the first letter looks like a P) for the umpteenth time. Why? He is one of the most quotable authors ever

“The world is a stage but the play is badly cast”

“To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance”

And my personal favorite

“We are all in the gutter but some of us are looking at the stars.”

The thing is his sexuality was rather doubtful and... lets just say whenever they make a movie of his life (I suspect they already have) I won’t be copping it…

I am currently listening to Kanye West’s College Dropout and wishing it was 2004 again. Does this signals the beginning of a quarter-life crisis…