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I had someone tell me that, although the blog was funny, I seemed to be complaining about things that happen to everyone, every day. He follows the blog but thought I complained a little too much. I am not sure how to take that comment, really. It has sort of thrown me for a loop. I have never, in the four years that I have had this blog, had someone be critical of it's content. I am not admonishing this individual. I respect his, and anyone's opinion on the material I publish. Notwithstanding his comment, I DO complain a lot, about things that DO happen to everyone, at some point in their life, past, present and most likely, future. I suppose in my mind my opinion on the matter may make the occurrence more enjoyable for the person experiencing some idiocy, hence the name of the blog 'In My Opinion.' As stated, I have a TON of respect for this person, for where his life was growing up and where he has taken his passion. I envy his vigor. But, yes...loop. I was thrown into this vast emptiness called writer's block. I needed "good" humor. I thought what I provided was good humor. In retrospect, I suppose I was complaining. Now I am rambling. Must find good humor.

To me, good humor is complaining. It is either this medium or risk confinement by having these tirades out in open public. For example, going downstairs to the lower apartment dwelling family and complain to them that their parenting skills could use some work, just like Perez Hilton could use a treadmill, or some Stridex or maybe have his voice box removed. How is it possible that small kids are up at 11PM? It's like they play Rock Band 24/7. Go to bed already. One of the kids knocked on my door and then went back into his apartment. Why? For fun? I waited until he left his apartment and walked past mine and opened the door. I asked him what he wanted. He said he wanted my son. Nothing else. "Can I have your son?" WTF? For what? Sacrifice? Punching bag? Someone to hold the bong? Please be specific. Articulate and PLEASE lose the yellow bandanna you have wrapped around your forehead. You look like a pirate minus the patch, the testosterone-laden ARRRRRGH and the wooden leg, all of which can be arranged be it now or in the future.

Good humor. What does that mean? Please feel free to comment and let me know what good humor means to you. Maybe I lack the definition like Bill Clinton's dumbfounded knowledge of sexual relations. Fellatio is sex....FYI Bill. So is banging an intern with a cigar and blowing your nuts on a dress. All of those are sex, in case you are wondering. I can understand, however, since you are married to a "woman" that houses one of a few places that boners go to die. Seriously though, where do I fall short?

I am all ears.