The trouble with posting

I have a million (and one) half written posts ready to go - everything from random thoughts on traffic, on cake, on friends, life and more cake. On a surprise appearance by Neil Gaiman at a screening I went to way back in October (yeah, that long ago) to my disbelief that I wasn't annoyed by Sex and the City. To being upset that Sting ruined Elvis performing Alison for me, to winning tickets and grip & grin passes to meet Duran Duran their last night of their US tour in Central Park.

So where are these posts? Um, nowhere.

You see, I seem to come across some damn fine ideas of what to write while doing something else. Driving, taking a shower, being bored during Hancock . . .basically, if I am unable to write anything at the time, I have an idea of what to post.

So why am I here now? Using this as an outlet for frustrations for the most part. I will be attempting to post more this next week, but for the most part they will be bitching sessions. You have been warned.