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Life As We Know It

It’s really easy to get caught up in your everyday life and ignore what’s going on around you in the world.  For instance, while I’m busy commissioning posts about foreign poker sites and how to get started in your underwater basket-weaving venture, people I know are actually trying to make a difference in all this economic mess.  And I feel guilty.

I mean, I have a job to do.  And, I’m trying to do other things to help secure my future – even if those things include live-blogging a reality tv program (new post on that to follow) and co-writing a book about smoothies.  Smoothies are good, right?  Tasty.  But I feel guilty that I’m not doing more to help out fellow people in need, to spread the word about the injustices that go on in the world, and to basically make my opinion known.

The thing is, I haven’t had time to form an opinion.  What kind of person does that make me?  I can tell you every ingredient that is supposed to go into a smoothie, I can summarize Simon Cowell’s entire career to date, I know everything about J.D. Salinger, and I can wax poetic about clever Tumblr accounts, but I can’t speak with authority or insight on many of the problems that face our country and our world today.

So that stops now.  Starting now I get educated.  I won’t be turning this blog into a political blog.  Nope, I’ll still be blogging about Jeremy Sisto’s creepiness and my excessive love for monkeys here.  But soon I’ll be starting a new site that is open to all.  A place where I’ll post reputable information and allow a dialog between people who care and want to make a difference.

It’s the least…the very least…I can do.

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Monkey Poop – Or Why This Blog is Sometimes About Monkeys

I had a really weird dream about two months ago, or whenever I started this post the first time – February 22…so I had the dream the night of February 21st.  Wow.  Time flies.  I remember thinking, “I can’t go and have a dream about monkey poop and NOT blog about it.  That would be crazy.  The name of my blog is ‘not always about monkeys,’ which implies that it SOMETIMES is about monkeys, and this should be one of those times.”

My dear friend Steven is a wonderful artist, and I couldn’t help but think that blogging this would be much easier if he would just draw the pictures for me, but he works eleventy ten jobs and so do I, so I’ll make do with what I can find on flickr.  So here it is, my Monkey Poop dream.

There is a party in my back yard.  There is a nice patio out there (not like now, where there is mud out there and not a patio) and lots of people are there.  We’re all there to talk about some important stuff about politics, but I don’t know anything about politics, so I feel  uncomfortable and when it is my turn to talk I turn all red and excuse myself, because my monkey is missing.

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