I want to write about the meanness on the blogosphere. About how quick folks are to label someone a troll simply because that person disagrees with them even if said troll had a valid point. About how folks are quick to label someone an elitist just because that person has high educational standards.
I want to write about television. About how I fear for the state of my DVR because there are too many shows, not enough time. About how I am tempted to just delete Heroes because they have blown the last two season finales, completely and utterly. About how much I love, love Fringe, thus far. About how much I hate Entourage these days. About how much I am enjoying Mad Men this season. About how much I need, need new episodes of Antiques Roadshow.
I want to write about how frustrated I am with this election. About how if Sarah Palin went to Ireland, then I guess I have been Paris, London, Oman and Qatar, since my plane had layovers there when I went to Pakistan. About how I might as well throw in Afghanistan and Kashmir, since I saw the borders. About how disappointed I am in John McCain, someone I used to have respect for and would have voted for in 2000. About how I am tired of all the lies. About how tired I am of hearing that "small-town" values are superior, in some way. About how I grew up in a "small-town" and I can report they most certainly do not have the monopoly on values. About how I will cry either way on November 4th. About how I fervently hope it is in relief.
I want to write about Wall Street. About how concerned I am for this country's future.
I want to write about how the "rolling my foot on a frozen bottle of water" trick was making a huge difference in my plantar fasciitis issue, but then I stepped on the cold corpse of a Little People which did not help.
I want to write about how last week, an impatient asshole took an illegal left turn right in front of me. About how I thought I was going to puke from the adrenaline rush when I almost T-boned him while doing 45 MPH in the pouring rain. About how grateful I am for my ridiculous, expensive car and its silly safety features, like Vehicle Stability Assist.
I want to write about how obsessed I am with McDonald's Happy Meal toys right now. About how they have the most adorable Madame Alexander series of dolls from the Wizard of Oz. About how Anjali
But. I cannot really cobble together anything meaningful from any of that. However, at least things are good here.
Really, really good.