I have posters in my room. When I wake up in the morning, I see one with a cat. There's a cat on a limb and he's hanging by the tips of his claws. And he's telling me to Hang in There Baby.
"Woo," he's saying. "Hang in there, baby. Today's the day, baby.
"Today's the day you're going to blog, baby," he tells me. "Today you're going to really do it, and do it up right, baby.
"This is it, baby," he tells me. "This is so it. It's the day you'll blog.
"You're the best, baby," he tells me. "You're the coolest, and the smartest, and the most determined guy around. You've got the skills and the smarts to blog way, way awesomely, baby.
"You are so ready, baby," he tells me. "This is going to be great."
It really gets me excited. Excited to blog awesomely.
But on the next wall—the wall right below my computer—there's another poster. It's a unicorn.
A unicorn in a starscape. With a rainbow. Alone. Stately. Powerful. Too much.
I can't measure up. Not to the powerful star unicorn.
I can't blog after that.
4 comments:
Man, you totally have the skills to blog with the best of them. Never give up, never never. Find your inner unicorn and fly to freedom, or is that your inner pegasus. Be strong: BLOG!
i must say, the silence of the unicorn would unnerve me out of blogging much more quickly than the overenthusiastic urgings of the cat would encourage me
i might even wonder if cat sounded so enthusiastic just to cover up his true, firm, unrelenting doubt in your blogging ability
damn cat
Time to shoot the unicorn. ;)
Yet one more reason to support my theory that unicorns are evil and condescending.
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