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Seems like I was going to make some sort of analogy to this being a conversation a while back, maybe a week or two ago, in a post that I was going to put up but decided against, but the thought is still there.  Or something like that.

Like how in a conversation, and when you’re good at it, its best to be on a roll.  To start out the conversation, and keep points coming, to listen, but to be engaging at the same time.

In this case, its a little awkward, because, well, its kinda been one of those 10 second pauses when everybody’s been looking at you like something’s growing out of your head, and your mind is giving you something about how it wants to maybe get a screwdriver (the drink, not the handy tool) instead of giving you something intelligent to say out of your mouth.

You’ve lost that beat, man, and damned if its going to pick up by itself.  Your mind wandered, you daydreamed, the other guy is saying something about galvanized siding, and all you have is a taste for a delicious orange juice and vodka combination, and then maybe watching something dull on the history channel.  Or putting the dishes in the dishwasher away.

It could all be folly.  But, hell, you’re on the hot seat, and you have to come up with something.

So you do, and its not at all what you’d want it to be.  Luckily, its not about your craving for alcoholic goodness, or how clean the new dishwasher gets your steak knife, and its enough to get everybody looking in the other direction for a few minutes while you try to figure out what to say next, how to steer the conversation back to comfortable, familiar grounds.

Hell, I don’t know what I’d do in a situation like that.

Maybe I’d just have a drink with my babydoll, and watch something dully entertaining on the history channel, because in January of 2008 I’ve found that theres few things more comfortable and familiar than the tiny blisses, those microscopic instances that to the untrained eye, look just like wasted time.

But to the trained eye, to somebody that knows what they’re looking for, well, its beauty.

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