More Dark Meat

If Election Day is the Anti-Christmas, the day after is the voter’s Thanksgiving. We look at what we now have and we’re thankful.

Sort of.

Those who asked for the turkey are happy. Those who wanted ham: not so much. It’s ok. There’s plenty of stuffing and four years worth of leftovers.

Bon Apatite!

What does this mean for the RobBlog?  Absolutely nothing. It’s business as usual until they outlaw laptops and coffee shops. Until then, lucky you. 

See? I told you it was Thanksgiving!  What am I thankful for?  Lots.  Here have some dark meat; it’ll give you something to chew on.

My blog has been a lot of dark meat lately.  A little greasier, and not as healthy as the white meat stuff you’re used to, but it does make better turkey enchiladas than white meat blogs.

 What white meat? Yeah.  Thanks a lot. For that you’ll get an extra helping of Jello Salad Blog.

What’s a Jello salad blog? It’s an odd assortment of mixed metaphors suspended in a green congealed prose. Yeah I write those too.

It’s OK. It’s true.  The RobBlog hasn’t been the light fluffy blog you may have expected.  Which is weird because, over all, I’m all-over happy.  I’ve got a wife, I’m working a cool story idea, there is kibble on the table and two cars in my one-car garage.  Life is good.

Maybe it’s the writer in me that believes that every story needs conflict. Let’s face it; we all thrive on conflict. It’s the tough times that make us grow. Maybe I want to grow but feel life is too good.

Where’s Lucy’s 10-cent Psychology stand when I need her?

I think that election season brings this inner conflict out of us too. I mean we spend the whole year listening to people tell us how bad we have it, or how horrible we’re gonna have it, but everybody agrees that so long as they’re elected, it’ll be sunshine rainbows and My Pretty Ponies for everyone. Honey will drip from our lips and fireworks will fly from our butts.

The day after Election Day we’re all grateful that everything is a lie, because no matter how bright a dream future we fantasized about, nobody wants a lit roman candle wedged between our cheeks. We’re all just thankful to have things back to normal.

And today I’ll write more of what I wrote yesterday, and then I’ll write even more tomorrow, because I live where coffee shops and laptops are plentiful.

And for that, I’m always thankful.