Officially out of material
The weeblo has been going strong for nearly a month now, and it was always easy to write something every day. Sure, maybe they weren't always funny or earth-shattering, but at least it was something.
And then this weekend happened. My mom called to have that mother-son once-a-weekend phone call, just to make sure I was alive, had clean underwear on, and had enough Saltines and bottled water in case of a natural disaster. After answering yes to most of those questions, she threw out this bombshell: "I read your weeblo every day, and it's funny! And other people read it every day too! Can't wait to read Monday's entry."
Well that did it. Pressure. Who needs it, right? It's not easy to be funny every day, let alone say something "weeblo-worthy" (pronounced "dub-dub" for those in the industry).
So I had the cold sweats on Monday, trying to think of something witty to post. And you know what? I got nothing. I'm completely out of material. Nada, zilch, null. No jokes, no anecdotes, no funny client stories, no sandwich recipes, nothing. So, with that realization, the weeblo has ended.
Back tomorrow!
And then this weekend happened. My mom called to have that mother-son once-a-weekend phone call, just to make sure I was alive, had clean underwear on, and had enough Saltines and bottled water in case of a natural disaster. After answering yes to most of those questions, she threw out this bombshell: "I read your weeblo every day, and it's funny! And other people read it every day too! Can't wait to read Monday's entry."
Well that did it. Pressure. Who needs it, right? It's not easy to be funny every day, let alone say something "weeblo-worthy" (pronounced "dub-dub" for those in the industry).
So I had the cold sweats on Monday, trying to think of something witty to post. And you know what? I got nothing. I'm completely out of material. Nada, zilch, null. No jokes, no anecdotes, no funny client stories, no sandwich recipes, nothing. So, with that realization, the weeblo has ended.
Back tomorrow!
