Blogging, what's blogging?

There's no way to dress this up. I've fallen off the blogging wagon. Time to suck it up and get on with it.

Starting small, how about that weather? I've barely been able to spend any time outdoors, except to try to rescue plants from the snow and ice.

I went for a walk last weekend, whenever that was (3 snow days in a week will disorient you somewhat). Even though I like listening to music, I usually don't do so while I'm walking, because I want to hear ambient sounds. It's all part of that living in the moment crap they talk about. It's okay, because I find my brain seeking out different types of stimulation than it might if I had "Roar" blasting in my ears. (Just a quick question on that- has there been a more dull, boring, clichéd song in the past year? I can't think of one).

So I look at houses, and lawns and driveways and signs and one of the signs says "WATCH CHILDREN." And it has silhouettes of children on the sign, in case you don't know what children are or need a two-dimensional representation to remind you of their general shape. And I think that sign is meant for drivers because it's next to the road, but that confuses me. Aren't you supposed to be watching the road when you're driving? What if the children are on the lawn or the porch or visible through a window inside? Am I still supposed to watch them? It's both creepy and wrong.

This is yet another symptom of the culture that gives you page-long warnings and cautions when you buy a DVD player. Do I really need a sign to remind me not to run over the children? Isn't that implied? It's like the signs at some intersections that say "WAIT FOR GREEN." I know why those signs are there, but aren't you always supposed to wait for green?

Okay, I'll stop now so I can publish something. But I've got lots going on and will try to stay current.