What Fresh Hell Is This?

What the heck is going on here? Have Facebook and my smarmy iPhone killed my creativity?? The best I can come up with is an anecdote that isn't even mine. After riding our mountain bikes in the Lowes Creek County Park this past Tuesday, my brother said to our friend E, "Oh man! I could go for a chili cheese dog from DQ right about now. Nothing like a bunned pork stick!"

To which I cracked up and couldn't stop laughing about it. So I kept making him say it. Even today. I asked him about his creative process and he says, "I don't know. Shit just pops into my head."

So how come no shit has popped into my head? Is it because I use my best stuff on my text messages, emails, status updates, posts and Tourette's and don't save any for my blog? Is that all there is to my wit? Just blurbs and twitches? Gech. Maybe I need to go make some stories.