Surly's Soap Box

I tend to do my posting in the evening, but if I have a meeting or family business to attend to, the blogging is the first to get set aside.

I have tried the Mitch Berg thing: Getting up at o' dark thirty and posting early in the morning, but sleep tends to be a precious commodity. 'Tis is life.

This week I have a interview for a position that may yet again alter my blogging schedule. 4-10 hour days with Fridays off. Ahh...Three day weekends. We'll see what happens.

At the same time, I've got some irons in the fire for starting my own signage company along with other metal fabrication stuff. And ministry. And a 3 year old. And then there's the catering...

I wonder if I'm going insane, or have I arrived. My wife is thinking 'arrived'.

Anyway, when I have the chance to post, I like to post quality. When I just slap something together because I feel I have to fill the space or loose readers, I feel cheap. You know, the way Nick Coleman must of felt before his brain cells fused together to form an organism similar to a protozoa: No sense of right or wrong, impervious to truth. No soul...just mindlessly pounding out words. And getting paid for it, dammit!

Is there no justice?


Nick Coleman

protozoa