Much About Nothing

Well just posting pretty much for the sake of posting. It has still been very busy here between moving into the new house, migrating to a new job and trying to remember how to take care of a new baby. In addition to that, internet service has been spotty lately which hasn’t done much to help in researching anything new to write. Today, I should be able to hook up the high-speed internet at home that came as a fringe benefit with my new job so I should be able to research and write articles a little quicker now (as long as I’m not distracted by web gaming or adult entertainment sites), though I doubt that will do much to help you read this drivel any quicker.

I really do not have too much to report on as of late. About the only semi-amusing tale that has crossed my path over the last couple of weeks came from my wife last night. She went to meet with a local moms’ group she has decided to join and heard another woman talking about an incident that happened to her a couple of weeks ago. Apparently she was cleaning up after dinner and in the process turned on the garbage disposal. She heard something strange inside it so she turned it off and stuck her hand into it to see what was jamming it up. She pulled out what she at first thought to be a plum, but since she knew there had been no plums in the house recently, she held it up to the light for a better look. She then noticed that it had hair beneath it’s peel and, still not sure of what it was she was holding, tried to pull some more skin off of the alleged piece of mystery fruit. She then realized that the “skin” she was peeling away was actually a wing and that she was holding the mangled corpse of a processed bat. It had somehow gotten into the house and, looking for a dark and damp place to hole up and catch some Z’s, made an unfortunate choice in hotel accommodations. The story seems highly plausible to me. My new house is located in an area that is utterly infested with bats (which I like because of their effect on the local mosquito population). About the only thing more plentiful than bats in Grand Blanc, Michigan is cemeteries, which makes me wonder if this country-fresh air we’re now breathing is really all it’s cracked up to be. The only other explanations I can come up with for all these cemeteries is that there’s some Amish gang war raging in the area or that the Union Carbide chemical division has a facility somewhere near town that I haven’t noticed yet.

I would also like to take this opportunity to ask for the some help from my dozen loyal readers. The JEP Report, in its present form, will be coming to end soon. I’ve got about seven more sea-stories to document and after that I’m out of material. Sorry, I only did so much in the service so there’s a finite supply of those things. After I write those, I will be bundling them all up and shipping them off to a publisher to see if I can somehow generate some income from this endeavor. My quandary now is what to do next.

My first idea has to do with meticulously researching and documenting the decline of Detroit, the city I just recently fled, and the general weirdness of living in Michigan. I think the appeal of that would be fairly limited though, especially since half of this blog’s repeat visitors are from Canada, England, Northern Ireland, Hungary (yeah, I’d like to hear how the guy from Hungary came across this site too) Japan and Australia. I’m also considering focusing on political humor and commentary.

If the book does take off, I’m thinking about going on a big bender through Canada, starting in Newfoundland and wrapping it up in the Yukon. With the great beer my northern neighbor produces, I think this could prove interesting. If the book does well, I would also try to do a similar thing in the countries of my ancestry, Ireland and Poland.

Anyway, I need ideas. Tell me what you would like to hear, what the interests of my audience are. It’s much easier, and far more rewarding, writing for a specific audience. Any input you can offer will be greatly appreciated.

Well, my lunch hour’s almost over, so until next time, adieu.