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I was thinking . . .

August 30, 2019

I was thinking that I haven’t blogged in a long time. And then I was thinking that I haven’t had pizza in a long time. Those two thoughts are right now, as I write this, battling it out in my prefrontal cortex, or wherever things like thoughts battle stuff out in a person’s brain. My brain is actually pretty full of thoughts and other thoughts are, I’m sorry to say, are a little pissed off that they’re not getting any space at this particular point in time, but they’ll live.

Let’s listen in. You wanna?

Hey, why haven’t you blogged?
Hmm… mushroom?
You like blogging, no?
You don’t like cheese, yes?
Blogging is fun.
Pizza tastes good.
Writing is fun.
It’s not like you eat pizza every day.
Or sometimes fun.
Or every week.
Most of the time fun.
Or every month.
So go ahead.
So go ahead.
Live a little.
Live a little.
Have fun.
Have a pizza.
Lots of things to write about.
Green olives with those mushrooms?
You’ll think of them.
Peppers too.
And really, who needs an idea to write, right?
Red peppers. Diced.
Because ideas eventually show up.
Oh, almost forgot: don’t forget broccoli!
Who’s that?
Who’s who?
The guy listening.
Oh, don’t pay any attention to him.
Onions, too.

Hi, it’s me again. And on and on and on it goes. Those thoughts.

So it goes.” Kurt Vonnegut.

Kurt Vonnegut’s birthday is coming up and I know that because his birthday is right after my birthday.


Not really.

Charles Bukowski just (would have) had a birthday. I know that because I like Charles Bukowski.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.” That’s from a poem Bukowski wrote about all of us; each one of us, me and you and the last person you saw and the next person you see and everyone you know and love and know and hate and you can read it HERE.

I’m guessing that both of those guys liked pizza but I wouldn’t bet on it. Well, I might bet on it if I had a definition of the word “like” as it applies to their appreciation of or disregard of pizza. I wouldn’t bet a lot though, just a little.

It’s not important.

Some people don’t like broccoli on pizza or on anything. That’s not me. I like it a lot.

8 Comments leave one →
  1. Sherece permalink
    August 30, 2019 9:38 am

    Lol… your thoughts are similar to mine. Well, mine aren’t about pizza and blogging usually… but bounce around like the ball in a pinball machine!

    So, do you want hear a pizza joke? Nah, I can’t… it’s too cheesy! 😜

    Ok, ok: What do you call a person who doesn’t like pizza?? A weirddough! 🤪

    Now that you have your blogging done for the day, maybe it’s time to call the pizza place for lunch delivery?!? 🍕

    Liked by 1 person

    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      September 4, 2019 6:43 am

      I can’t call for pizza lunch delivery because then I’d have to share with everyone and I don’t want to do that. It’s pizza and it’s all mine!


  2. August 30, 2019 9:53 am

    Blog accomplished. Now go get some pizza. And stay away from the Fair!

    Liked by 1 person

    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      September 4, 2019 6:26 am

      Ugh, the Fair. One of the last places I want to be in is smack dab in the middle of a 200,000 people! Why can’t they have a fair with an average daily attendance of 10-12?

      Liked by 1 person

      • September 4, 2019 10:30 am

        They probably do, but it’d be located in a field somewhere NW of Badger, MN.


  3. August 30, 2019 10:31 am

    Clearly, you needed to offer us all pizza WITH your blog post.

    Liked by 1 person

    • Michael B. Fishman permalink*
      September 4, 2019 6:23 am

      I’m currently working with some very talented people on developing a virtual blog where I can share directly with readers. We have a long way to go, but I hope to see something very soon.

      Liked by 1 person

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