Writer's block is a bitch...an annoying little bitch

I was all proud of myself the other day for setting my flag and claiming my own little corner of the interweb and dammit, don't you know that I haven't been able to put more than four words together to create a coherent blog. Oh well, one must press on. I'm trying to take part in the NaBloPoMo thing and with the threat of self-flagellation hanging over my head I will persevere.

I'm still sort of stuck on what to write, so I suppose I will delve deeper into why I named this little brain haven "Churlishly Charming" lest some unsuspecting blog reader see and think, "What a cocky bastard."

I was hanging out with a female (non-romantic) friend of mine a few months ago and during the course of the conversation I made some comment that was not very nice, but said only in the most sarcastic sense. I started laughing as she chided me for whatever mockery I made. In any case, the part of this story that really matters is that she proceeded to tell me that I was a "fucking asshole but that I could get away with it because I'm charming."

And the truth is...it's the truth, the charming part I mean. The "fucking asshole" part is totally up to interpretation. I am sarcastic almost to a fault. My sarcasm works purely on an on/off capacity and it is currently stuck at the 'on' position. I ordered a dial to maintain order, but it's been back-ordered for months. I mock just about anyone and everyone, the trick is knowing how much you can mock and what you can mock without said person going totally ballistic. Tone is also a big deciding factor. A wink or childish smile get me out of danger zones.

So, now onto the other part. I am charming. I know, that sounds so pretentious and ego-centric. Trust me, your parents will love me, everyone's do. When you grow up an officer's kid you do not act like a spaz in front of Colonel So-and-so's wife. You follow all the rules those basic parenting rules that seem to have been thrown out the window in the new age of "Johnny's a winner and no one can tell him 'no' or 'he's not the best' that we're currently stuck in. But that is a subject for another day.

Fuck yes! I'm going to be finished and posted by the midnight cut-off for the first day. Tomorrow will be so much better I promise. Don't hold me to that...