I MEANT to blog today I really did.  But then I got all busy doing stuff and now it is time for bed.  And I’d elaborate on the stuff I was busy doing but it relates to the thing I was going to talk about and I don’t have time to go into all of that right now because it is time for bed.

Seriously? Where did today go? Shouldn’t it still be Thursday morning?

So yesterday I walked over to Fred Meyer to get some stuff for dinner and to buy Will another book of transit tickets (with me driving in and paying for parking once a week it is a lot cheaper to just buy the books of passes than it is to buy him a semester transit pass from PSU).  When I got to the front of the line for the transit tickets the clerk at the counter told me that Fred Meyer had just stopped carrying the ticket booklets Monday.  And to that I say: W. T. F.

And here is where I’d put in a nifty graphic of my tweet about it but I do not know how to make those yet so you’ll just have to use your imagination.

The clerk at the customer service counter told met that the closest place to buy them is the information booth at Pioneer Square.  For those of you who are unfamiliar with such terminology, Pioneer Square is smack in the middle (well not smack in the middle but it’ll do for the purposes of this afternoon’s post) of downtown Portland.  In other words: in the middle of Inconvenienceville if I hadn’t needed to pick up some books from the library.

I had been planning on going to the library on Friday to pick up my books but Will only had one pass left in his current book and, let’s face it, I have started to lust over excuses to get out of the house so I agreed to come downtown today and pick up a booklet for him and then meet up with him after his last class to give them to him so that he would be able to get home without having to find cash somewhere.

I came in at noonish.  I went to the library and picked up my books and then grabbed some lunch (McDonalds, aka Not A Good Idea Bleccch.)  I got a couple of things notarized and had a very interesting conversation with our US Bank Personal Banker that lasted for an hour (a good hour, not a bad hour) and now, here I am.  I’m sitting in the basement of the engineering building at PSU waiting for Will to be done with his midterm.

Wasn’t that  a long winded and terribly long winded way to tell you that I get to spend time downtown TWICE this week?

I think there is definitely something to my “I think better when I’m out and about” theory.  Because here I am, sitting in a visually boring room with no ambient noise (yay for Rhapsody and headphones) and very few people to watch and my thoughts are still flowing easier than they do when I’m at home.  This, I think, is a sign.  I’m not sure what it is a sign of, but it is definitely a sign.

So.  I’ve hinted at having a couple of ideas and not knowing whether I want to commit to them or not and not wanting to tell you about them until I know for sure.  I’m pretty sure that I’ve decided to do them.

And if I told you all about them now you wouldn’t have a reason to come back tomorrow now would you?

Just spent an hour writing a post and then? The internet and my computer ate it.

Tuesday? Immaletyouwin.

So.  What a game huh?  Those were some plays! Yeah! Go Saints!

Don’t I sound like I know what I’m talking about?

Honestly? My favorite parts of the game were the screaming chicken commercials.  And that the Saints won because that’s the team Will told me we were rooting for.

And the part when the guy kicked the ball too wide to go through the goal posts when I looked at Will and said “maybe they should have played some Beyonce first” and he totally got my joke.  He enjoys the show but isn’t quite the Gleek that I am but it still made my afternoon that he understood and appreciated the reference.

The commercials this year… look I know that football is, stereotypically, a guy guy’s sport.  So all of the commercials for beer, cars and gadgets were understandable.  But I was disappointed that the commercials didn’t have more of a universal appeal.  How many people tune in just for the commercials?  Why play to the basest and most stereotypically minded of football viewers?  Still–the screaming chickens were pretty damn funny.

Also? We totally called Barney Stinson’s 877 number and got through and? It was awesome.

In other, unrelated news, I am starting to think that I really do think better when I’m out of the house.  I don’t know if it is the being physically unable to sit down and really get to work on the things I’m thinking about or if it’s the change in scenery that ups my inspiration but I had all sorts of great ideas that felt like they’d be really fun to tackle when I was hanging out in downtown on Friday.  Then, when we got home and had dinner and I actually was able to access my computer files and the other things I needed to put some of my great ideas into action I lost my motivational mojo.

Oh there are still a couple of projects that I’m chomping at the bit to explore further (I don’t want to go into them yet in case I decide not to go into them) but now that working on them is easier to do I’m not sure exactly where to start or where to focus first or if I still really want to approach them in the same way that felt like such a good idea on Friday.

Maybe its that I’ve had time to start doubting myself.  Or that it’s an early onset case of the Mondays.

Either way, the screaming chickens cracked me up!

So.  It looks like it’s been a week since I last posted.  The not so ironic irony of this (we need to invent a word for the times we want to use the word irony for things that are not actually ironic but we wish they were and are too lazy to look up the actual word we mean) is that all week long I’ve been thinking to myself “when was the last time I posted?  I think it’s been a while.”

As it turns out it has been almost exactly one week since the last time I posted and I’m posting from almost the same place that I posted last week except this time I actually managed to find a seat in Seattle’s Best.

Today I decided to come in to downtown with Will and do the library/work in a coffee shop (aka read and comment on blogs)/poseur thing again because I had such a blast the last time I did it.  I am hoping that I will be able to make this a regular occurrence in my world.  I lack the desire to really explore the Starbucks near my apartment more than I have (aka looking through the windows as I walk by) but a once a week venture out of the house for the whole day could prove to be really really good for my soul.

Last week I went to Wendy’s.  This week I’m downtown on the PSU campus.  I went to the library (and returned my ginormous and heavy Julia Child cookbook) for an hour, had lunch and have just been hanging out in coffee shops since–while keeping an eye on our parking meter.  I thought about trekking down to Powell’s but I didn’t want to get caught up and forget to feed our meter.  The deal was that Will would agree to drive if I paid for parking and kept the meter fed while he was in class.  I happily agreed because it meant that I didn’t have to wait on or take the train down.

Not that I have anything against the train.  I really don’t.  I like public transit, but when you have the option to be driven in while chatting with your husband in the comfort of your own vehicle, it’s kind of hard to pass up.

So.  My lack of posting.  It isn’t because I don’t love you all.  It’s because I love you all TOO MUCH.

For serious.

I don’t remember off the top of my head how much I’ve talked recently about wanting to be a better blogger.  I know that I want to re-invigorate my posting mojo, but I also want to be a better blog reader.  That means, for me, actually leaving comments and communicating with the blog writers who post the things I so love to read.  And you know what?  Taking the time to leave comments?  It eats up a lot of my day.  I don’t want to be one of those “good post!” comment leavers who get mistaken for spam, but sometimes it takes a while for me to craft a comment that is both relevant to the topic at hand and does not devolve into an “I know your post was about you, but really it’s all about ME!” lengthy essay that is better put on my own blog than in the comments section of someone else’s site.

Also, apparently, I am an over exclamation pointer.  Which I just realized all by my own self today thank you very much.  I use so many exclamation points I’m starting to feel like one of Toy Story’s barbie dolls.  Ugh.  So I’m working on remedy-ing that.

But.  With the sheer number of blogs I read every day and the amount of effort I put in to relevant commenting, there just isn’t a whole lot of time left in my day to create my own blog posts.

So see? My lack of posting is because I love communicating with you! I’ve just been doing it on an individual basis instead of in a blanket “here’s what I’ve been up to lately” blog post.

Also: I’m working on some plans.  The plans are just in my head right now because I’m not ready to go forward with them yet.  But I have a question and seriously–even if you usually lurk, leave your answer in the comments because this inquiring mind wants to know!

If you get an idea for a project–a specific project on a specific topic for a specific area of your life–and the topic of the project and the experience of completing the project would be FANTASTIC blog fodder, is it better to integrate those blog posts into the blog you already have or is it better to start a second, topic/project-centric blog? Which do you like better?

On the one hand, I agree with the answer I got from Jen Garrett via Twitter when I posed the same question there a few days ago: stop blog proliferation!

But at the same time, this blog is kind of a menagerie of my daily life and I like the freedom I have to swing from topic to topic without concern for cohesion.  And I wouldn’t want these project posts to get buried under my usual nonsense.

So.  What would you rather see?  I value everyone’s opinion!