Monday, April 21, 2014

Scrambled Eggs

Scrambled eggs, traditionally known as a popular breakfast item served in kitchens all across the globe. It is a simple yet tasty recipe of eggs and what the fuck ever you choose to mix in with it to create the right kind of scramble that is appealing to your taste buds. Some people use butter, others may use milk. Hell, there are even the most daring egg connoisseures who would go so far as to use butter-milk.

You can picture it now, can't you? A big steamy pile of fluffy goodness, perhaps even topped with some cheese, or even a splash of hot sauce, staring you in the face, begging to be eaten. Perhaps you even like to infuse bacon into your scrambled eggs, achieving maximum flavor and completing that perfect breakfast harmony that only bacon and eggs can provide.

Hungry yet? Good. Because this post has nothing to do with breakfast. No, I'm talking about a different kind of scrambled eggs....the mind. Notice how I said the mind and not my mind. I believe that if your mind doesn't feel like scrambled eggs than you're not using it properly. I am confident that most of my readers are scrambled, some of you extra fluffy even, and that's a good thing. A scrambled mind is a sure sign of intelligence.

Or a scrambled mind can fuck your whole world up, which unfortunately is more often the case. I'm always searching for answers about myself, what makes me tick, what is the driving force behind certain behaviors, what changes me. Recently, I've been searching for answers as to why I have more or less given up on this blog. Why did I walk away when I was starting to get good? I've read through my history and I could see how my writing and creativity was improving with every post. So why? Why walk away?

The only logical answer I could come up with is scrambled eggs. My mind is so scrambled from all the information coming in from all different directions. Bottom line, the world is just so fucked up. From the the products we consume to the monetary system. It is fucked up from top to bottom. There is shit happening in the world that just blows your mind and leaves you wondering "How in the fuck is this even allowed to happen?"

I don't even know where I'm going with this. All I know is that it's fucked all to hell and that something needs to be said about it. But when you have scrambled eggs for a brain you're lucky to even form a coherent sentence. When there is so much madness in the world it's hard to even maintain a single thought before your mind leads you to yet another thing that is....well, fucked up.

And this would explain how I've lost interest in writing. Too much information, not enough keystrokes in me to process it. I could pick just one particular thing and write about that. But what if my message was about the endless list of all things fucked up? I don't know, somehow I've let the world get me down. There is so much to say and not enough of me to say it. So much that needs done and so little means of doing it.

I guess my problem is that I want to share my knowledge all at once to quickly get everyone on the same page. That would be impossible, however, and so I suppose I must be more realistic. I should just do what normal, non-scrambled eggs people do and share bits and pieces of information at a time.

And speaking of getting everyone on the same page...that is where I will begin. Tune in next week when I tackle the issue of division among the citizens of the USA in the upcoming post titled Divided We Fall. 

"It serves always to distract the public councils, and enfeeble the public administration. It agitates the community with ill-founded jealousies and false alarms; kindles the animosity of one part against another; foments occasionally riot and insurrection. It opens the door to foreign influence and corruption, which find a facilitated access to the government itself through the channels of party passion. Thus the policy and the will of one country are subjected to the policy and will of another."

-George Washington- farewell address, warning of the danger of political parties

How do you like your eggs? 

Monday, April 14, 2014

He's Just Not That Into To You

Welcome, my fellow readers, non-readers, spammers, and the idiots who landed themselves here by accident! It's been a long time since I posted anything and I just needed to exercise my fingers a bit. I may need them in good working condition some day in the event that I have anything of substance to write. Today is not that day.

Nope. Today is more or less what some would consider blogger suicide. Is this the death of Workingdan? After calling this post suicide I would imagine that the title is starting to make sense. "So what are you getting at, Dan?" you may be asking yourselves. It's simple. I'm just not that into you, as the title suggests.

Now settle down there you attention whores! Let me finish before you go hitting that little red X. Does this mean I think you are a lousy writer? Of course not. Many of you are excellent writers and I enjoy reading your posts...when and if I get around to it. Does this mean I don't find your content to be anything of interest? No. You all post interesting things in your own unique way.

What this means is that my personal interests have shifted. I enjoyed writing and posting on a regular basis. I enjoyed reading and commenting on your blogs. Key word being "enjoyed". As in past tense for those lacking comprehension to understand this. But don't go doubting yourselves, I'm sure you're still great writers. It's not you, it's me.

You see, my interest in writing comes and goes, in case you haven't noticed already from the infrequent posting on this blog. Here lately writing or even reading blogs is not in my interests at this time. When I first started blogging it was fun, and I kept it steady with regular posting for a good year or so. I was having fun, living in Workingdan's world. The good ol' days of blogging, complete with cartoons and all.

But something happened. It become more of a chore than a hobby and I had to force my writing. It's not that I didn't have anything to write about, I was backlogged with brilliant ideas for this blog. And that's kinda where the real problems began. Everything I did became potential Workingdan material. In a sense, I was becoming Workingdan....and I didn't like him. He's an asshole. A self-centered prick and he was a bully. This was showing through in the real world and it had a direct impact on my life. I became the opposite person of who I really am.

I ultimately had to put an end to the Workingdan persona that was taking over my life. I miss it sometimes and there are still times when something happens and I'm like "This would make for a good blog post" but the thought is quickly dismissed and I carry on about my business, unlike before where my mind would be wrapped around this blog post for an entire day, or even a week, consuming me.

I was becoming quite popular in the blogosphere, gaining new followers. This was very exciting at first. But when you're gaining more and more followers it's hard to continue proper blog etiquitte. You know, returning the favor, exchanging blog comments, all that bullshit you people do. This was overwhelming for me, a family man, to spend all my time reading blogs. It's the turn-off that, in the end, did this blog in. It was a chore, no longer a hobby.

As I spent less and less time blogging I grew interested in other thigs. First and foremost I had to focus on my family. Workingdan had done some damge to my relationships and restoring those bonds was top priority. Secondly, and equally as important, I woke up. I became more aware of how shitty things were in the government and how it affects my life. I wanted to write about it in hopes of waking others up as well. I wanted to be a credible source of information, which unfortunately, requires presenting a lot of facts. Research and fact finding is not one of my strong points so that idea quickly fizzled out. Or maybe I'm just lazy!

Yes, I miss blogging. I miss reading other blogs. I miss the friends I've made and the back and forth playful banter. I miss trying to make people laugh. I miss trying to make people cry. I miss drawing those stupid little cartoons. I miss trying my hand at fiction. I miss the feeling you get when you hit publish on a post you're proud of.

I may miss it but it doesn't mean I'm back. I may post something here and there. If you still come to read it, great. If you don't, oh well. If you do still visit when I post something, don't expect me to come running to your blog to leave a comment. I don't work that way.

Besides, I'm just not that into you!

Visit me if you dare!

Saturday, February 1, 2014

President Obama on the Legalization of Marijuana

Angry American post, delivered lazy blogger style. I may like my weed, but I isn't stupid. We know what you're up to Mr. President.