The blogging blahs

I guess even bloggers go through creative slumps and writer's block. I thought I'd better check in on Day Five of this one. Nothing serious going on around here, just haven't had the "spark" that says, "I need to rant about this" or "I have to share this good stuff with the world." It's more like, "What's the use?" When the overwhelming sentiment of the folks you meet is quiet acquiescence to a system that confiscates half of our income and rewards us with micromanagement of our lives, it's easy to get discouraged.

Maybe I'm moping and jealous because Phoenix is too far from home. That Freedom Summit sounded pretty cool, and I'm looking forward to reports from Arizona.

The good news is the "Firefly" soundtrack CD finally arrived in the mail yesterday, and it'll be the background music on my commute to the salt mine today. That should help stoke the fire a bit. Uncle Sam and the governor may take half of my blood, sweat and tears, but they can't take the sky from me.