Wednesday, March 5, 2008

new blog

Welcome to my new blog.



I'm calling the new blog "All About My Lists" because I am completely obsessive compulsive about lists. I have a journal that is dedicated to nothing but "things to do" and when I've done those things I scratch them off my list to the point of annihilation (see photos above and below). When I go back and look at the list, I don't want to be reminded of what the thing was that I got done, I just want to know that I did it. It, anything, whatever it is: it's been done.





This one time when I was a kid I grabbed my mom's copy of Anna Karenina off the book shelf and started reading (I was in high school and I didn't pick up the book again, just that one time) and a thin piece of paper fell out of the book. It was a "To Do" list that my mom had written when she was in high school reading the book. (I don't know what happened to that list, I wish I still had it.) Proof that she was a list-maker when she was a kid too. Which means I come from a long line of list-makers. List-making is in my blood.




But back to the whole "hello I have a new blog" thing. I know, I know, I said I was done blogging. But I just ran out of steam with My Year of New Things, and I knew that if I ever came back, it'd have to be with something else. (OMG, this blog post is so boring, why do I feel the need to explain all of this blardy blar?) While a part of me thinks it's really stupid to start up a new blog and have it be a totally different website because who knows if the people who used to read the old blog will ever find this one, another part of me is like: (oh my god, seriously, so boring) this is the only fucking way you're ever gonna get back into the blogging game, erik. (i'm sorry, i wrote this the other day and then didn't post it and now i'm re-reading it, and i should just cut this paragraph, but i'm leaving it here because it reminds me of my bad journals from high school and i think it's proof that i'm still pretty much the exact same dork i was back then)


Because here's the thing: the other day (two days ago, to be exact) [okay, now it was a week ago, that's how long ago I wrote this post and didn't post it] Sheila mentioned that she missed my blog. (And she's my favorite blogger out there, so a little comment from Sheila saying that she misses my blog holds a lot of weight.) And then (again, two days ago) [um, again, more than two days ago, actually] I met Peter (who I went to college with but didn't know in college) online, and Peter said that he used to read my blog, and I was like: that's weird, my damned blog keeps coming up. And then a few days before that, I saw Steve, and he was like "blog." And, anyway, I was starting to feel like maybe the universe was trying to tell me something. It was telling me to fucking blog again. (Okay, actually, I don't really think the universe cares whether I blog or not, I think I just miss rambling incoherently all over the internets.) (And I miss the whole comments community thing.)

So I'm back. And this is just me saying I'm back. And I have no idea what this blog is gonna be, other than it's gonna have lists, and it's gonna let me let loose all of my obsessive compulsive anal retentive tendencies onto the world once again (hallelujah).


THINGS I DID TODAY: (and when I say "today," i actually mean last week, because that's when i actually wrote this, but didn't post)

1. Had lunch with my ex-strike captain, and a whole group of writers I used to picket with. It was weird to see these people without picket signs. I felt really gawky without my picket sign armor. And the people who I really bonded with on the picket line were all the way on the other side of the table, so it kind of felt like I was on a really awkward second date. (The people I ended up sitting with actually turned out to be a lot of fun, but that's a boring story. Okay, a better story: so there was this guy who was on my strike team, I'll call him Quiet Guy because we never talked to each other. We picketed together dozens of times. We passed each other on the picket line, like, several hundreds of times, at least. But we never said a single word to each other. Whatever, we were doing our own thing. Anyway, flash forward to the big meeting at the Shrine. The strike is over. Afterwards, I head over to FUBAR for a drink with some friends. It's really crowded. I'm walking through the throngs of people and see this guy walking towards me, in my path. It's Quiet Guy. We both see each other, and I'm sure the first thoughts in both of our heads is, "oh, he's gay," and then as we cross paths, I say "hi," and then Quiet Guy says "hi" and then we both continue on our way across the room. I just thought it was so funny and absurd that the first time we said a word to each other was the first time we saw each other OFF the picket line, and then it was literally only a word--a one syllable word no less. Okay, that's not a very good story. This blog is really starting off gang-busters, isn't it?)


2. Had a poop that was really difficult to push out, one of those poops that you expect is gonna be really big and impressive, and then you look into the bowl at it and you're like: "really? that's all?" It looked like a tiny little worm. Sad poop.

3. Laughed my ass off at this website called Garfield Minus Garfield. It's totally fucking brilliant and hilarious. I was laughing so hard I started to cry and I think my abs actually got a slight amount of definition.

4. (this is where I stopped writing this post last week) (i typed the "4" and then I think I was disgusted with myself and just abandoned all hope that this blog was gonna happen) (but whatever, i'm hitting "publish" now)

15 comments:

drc said...

Glad you're back...I've missed you.

Erik said...

thank you drc! i've missed you too. we'll see how long this lasts...i just needed a reboot to get back into the blogging business.

drc said...

I understand that. There are many times I go several weeks without posting...and then suddenly post a whole crap load.

Gina said...

omg, Broomhilda, I'm so glad you're back. I've missed your ramblings about nothing and you beating yourself up about this and that but being totally hilarious about it. It's such good stuff, and I'm glad it's back. You could write about nothing (ok, you could KEEP writing about nothing) and I would be a devout reader! yay! Love you!

Gina said...

Oh, and I'm right there with you on lists. Mine aren't quite like yours, although I'm digging your style. Mine is more like a small notebook with page after page of stuff I want to buy/try, mostly make up wise. I'm totally obsessed with it, but the funny part is that I always wear the same stuff. What does that say about me?

Gina said...

ok, one more thing..new tattoo? Have you done that yet? I'm all about it! I took Lanie to her first tattoo shop a few months ago (she didn't get anything, just me) and it was lots of fun. Any ideas?

Erik said...

awww, gina, thank you. i love your weird make-up obsession. i totally get it. (not that i'm obsessed with make-up, i'm not.) there are definitely things i put on my lists that i know aren't ever gonna happen (or at least won't for a really long time) but that doesn't stop me from putting them on a list.

and, alas, no, i haven't gotten that tattoo yet. the tattoo i really want is outrageous and crazy, and i need to think of something a little less wild, i think, because i'm pretty sure i'd regret the crazy tatt after i got it. (the crazy tatt? blue and yellow and red lightning bolts down both of my arms) (i know) (it's just that i have this long sleeve shirt with lightning bolts down the arms and every time i wear the shirt, i imagine that they're tattoos, and i like it) (and when i say "every time i wear the shirt," i mean that in the deep past tense, because the shirt is old and it doesn't really fit me anymore, so i haven't worn it in a really long time) (though i do get "flash back" moments, where i miss the fake arm tattoo feeling)

xoxox

Anonymous said...

blog.

Aimie said...

love it. you know how i feel about lists. love you.

burn me a cd???

Erik said...

hey, blog:

anonymous.

Erik said...

and aims, i need to burn that cd for you so i can cross it off my list!

Gina said...

I heart the idea of you with lightning bolts! Do it! Yes yes yes! That is so you! I don't even think it would look weird 25 years from now because you're still going to be a firecracker, so it will still totally fit you. Yes! Go Forth!

Erik said...

I don't know, G. They would be HUGE tattoos!

Erik said...

I'll have to show you the shirt, maybe I'll post a photo of it and let people vote.

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