to-do: get on your ish

Well, it's day two of my online journal adventure, and within 24 hours i've learned that having a blog can either make you an instantaneous literary guru, or an asshole. It's a fine line, but its there. Upon this discovery, i've come to wonder what makes or breaks that deal. A simple how-to book would prove itself useful here. Maybe an "Emily Post's guide to polite publishing". It would make the transition that much easier.

Yesterday, between ventures to the Saturday market and excessive dinner plans out in McMinville (a calming 50 minutes of thank-g-d-i-dont-live-here away) i mentally assembled my miny to-do list before i go off to the magical land of Neotsu. I'd like to take a minute to clarify that i am not one of those to-do-listers like so many people i know. For some reason, having a catalogue of all the shit that i have yet to accomplish doesn't get my juices pumping like the rest of my friends. But to-do lists are like an airborne disease. If you hang around an afflicted friend long enough, chances are you too will fall prey to its anal nature. It's strange how checking an item off a list feels much more rewarding if it was listed in the first place. Clearly the act of buying milk, (or something of equal unimportance) has very little merit to it, but that tick mark on your paper? Now that deserves a medal. Do we need to constantly see the outcomes of what we accomplish to feel satisfied with them? Do we only get things done in order to recieve the appropriate credit for our actions, showing the world how many more tick marks i have then the next man? Is the to-do list the prime example of the reasoning behind why all humans do what they do? No. But i wonder how many people i could mold into a band of loyal followers agreeing that the to-do list is the spawn of all evil plaguing this planet. Add an -ology onto it and i've got myself a cult. Yet another thing i can check off my list. Now all i need is oil for my car, bras, and chewy bars.

Now that i've filled my faux-existential tangent quota for the day, i'm off to have lunch. Until next time comrades. (still no vast improvement from my previous concluding words. it'll come to me eventually).