I've had a bit of writer's block lately. 

Nothing really serious. I've been treating it with coffee and aspirin.

In the course of the aspirin and coffee kicking in, it occurred to me that maybe my writer's block was trying to tell me something.  Maybe I have nothing to say because, after all, I have nothing to say.

We have our mechanisms, don't we, for having nothing to say, now that we've decided that we need more nothing, lest we not have enough "content".  Back in the day, we had nothing to say, so our web sites had about five pages, with a bazillion pages of links to someone else with a five page web site.  Nobody had anything to say back then, either, but at least we had lots of links.

One of the ways we get blood from a stone is with the meme.  The formerly easy on the eyes but in the upshot four legged Laurie Mindnich got herself memed by Ed Rybczynski, who is a friend of ours (fuggedabout it).  Dude, smile, will you?

In a fit of pique, or in a pitch of fit, Laurie tried meming me, then thought better of it.  Actually she memed me and then protested on my behalf without even knowing I would have protested on my behalf, I just hadn't learned I should be protesting yet.

We have memes, we have carnivals, we have articles about 100 or 255 or 365 things you can write about.

We are accomplished content providers, multi-platform, cross-domain, sea to shining Sea 2.0.

I do enjoy having the little heads pop up, in the many hither and yon places where the little heads pop up.  It reminds me of when I was younger and I had friends.

I have my revenge on Laurie:  I have invited her to Facebook.  Maybe she'll end up being a friend of ours. 

That will teach her.