The Sabatical of The Harper of Pendragon Hold  

Posted by Alex Pendragon


Yes, just like in every household, "something" happens here at Pendragon Hold every day. The main problem of late is the "quality" or rather "bloggability" of those "somethings" that do occur here. A blogger requires inspiration, whether that be the excitement of a looming foreclosure or his/her opinion on upcoming health care legislation, but mostly it's just the day to day madness that is the typical pagan American home life that gets copy. For me, your host, THE Michael, Lord Holder and Harper of Pendragon Hold, that typical pagan life has been comprised of either tripe too uninteresting to be put to pen or drama more fit for the gossip rags that get their fodder from the likes of Tiger Woods. So, lately, I either can't or simply don't WANT to spend an hour staring at this screen either censoring myself or trying to imagine what might have happened around here that is worth the monitor it's displayed upon. Plus, I am inflicted with a lack of desire to make shit up, which many a blogger has been accused of but will never find traction in regards to these Chronicles. Thus, I report to you this post that folks, there just isn't anything worth posting (with My name attached to it) to the Chronicles for now.

One of the reasons this could possibly happen is that I assigned my rants, raves, and concise reasoning to that OTHER blog you all know and love. Ok, fine; MOST of you know and a FEW of you love. But even in that case, as of late, I have suffered from a severe form of dontgiveashititis brought on by feeling like Don Quixote tilting at windmills. Once one has convinced themselves from THE RECORD that mankind is inherently a suicidal life form hell bent on killing itself, one loses the motivation to light his tiny little candle in an effort to hold forth against one big bad shadow which is overtaking everything good in this world. So, if my rage builds to the point I either post something or go postal, I will spare my wife and family the stigma by posting a venting scream rather than making a half-hearted dent in the population, which even N1H1 and Middle Eastern suicide bombers don't seem to be making much progress in whittling down.

Sometimes I feel that if anybody truly knew me, they would know that there is so much more light in my soul than the darkness I sometimes seem to drag around with me. I think I love to much while not loving nearly enough. I might simply be broken; I don't know. All I do know for now and for sure is that I need a break from thinking about anything, including writing on this blog, so bear with me, please have faith in me, and know that all you special human beings that have stuck with me and mine throughout these years; I love and care for you in the only real way I know that matters. I'll be back. Maybe sooner than later. I am, after all, obsessive/compulsive. I'll be visiting the portals into YOUR life as I always have. Just keep a candle lit in the window.

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3 slick comments

Hang in there friend.

December 17, 2009 at 10:48 AM

I'll be right here on the other end of the screen when you feel more like blogging Michael. Have a Merry Yule and safe New Year!

December 17, 2009 at 3:03 PM

The don't giveashititis? I have a pill for that. It's called Fukitol.

December 27, 2009 at 8:57 AM

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