blogger interrupted

My mental bandwidth has been overwhelmed since just before the election (yes, that long) with family nonsense well beyond the normal psychopath convention that tends to be “the American family”.  There is so much in the world today I want to write about, and should be writing about, but I simply can’t give it the work it requires.  Remember folks, writing is, in fact, work.  If you don’t work at it, your writing will suck.  And if you are constantly dealing with this kind of chaos, don’t bother trying.

During this period of constant familial insanity, I jumped into this on again, off again, literally bullshit project that did not respect time or scheduling or the chaos, and it has yielded me precisely not much.  I’ve had zero routine thanks to the family nonsense, at one point not even knowing where I was going to sleep from night to night.  It’s a bloody miracle I got away to visit friends on New Years Eve - that may seem like a luxury, but upon my return today to the chaos, I’m reminded just how badly I needed some space to breath.

And this is all on top of the performance art festival that is my life generally.  I spent today in a resulting panic over money which manifested itself in pathetic efforts at understanding the tech of Blogads, Adsense, or whatever, trying to fix this site’s stupid, slow loading theme so I could even begin serving ads, trying to shoehorn all this, at warp speed, into a brain already too overloaded with utter horseshit.  Result - DOES NOT COMPUTE.  This must be what it feels like to be the Vista operating system - total freeze up.

So I’m a bit off my game.  But I’ll be back in the swing at some point.  I just know that my readers are probably wondering why Russo ain’t bringin’ it as much as he usually is.  There’s a reason.