Cerebral is just another word for...

... bullshit, maybe?

I was having a beer and some margaritas with my friend who reads my blog the other night, and he was talking about his roommate, who is apparently a much more prolific blogger than I am. My friend said that the speed at which his roommate types is directly proportional to how pissed off she is at a particular moment. Which means that earlier tonight I could probably have put a court reporter to shame, but that's another story. And one that I probably won't tell here, because, as I told my friend and as I've said here before, I don't want to have a whiny blog. I want to have a witty, charming, and memorable blog. Well, anyway.

"Your blog isn't whiny; it's very... cerebral," my friend replied.

So, a quick recap of the (short) list of "cerebral" things I've blogged about:

Googling ex-boyfriends
Borrowing parents
Paying way too much for playoff tickets
Having writer's block
Saying yes to mess
Having my car vandalized
My overweight, $800 alleycat (here and here and probably other places as well)
Veggie burgers (and lasagna)
Septic systems
Armadillo roadkill
Giant grasshoppers
Fruity drinks and sailors
Walk-in closets
Off-color jokes about flying reindeer
Laundry (and more laundry)
Bridges
Patriotic belly button rings
Wallpaper
Matchmaking
Taking on the U.S. Army - and winning
Beaches
Sesame Street Christmas ornaments
Brad Pitt
Bugs
Schmoozing
Googling Google

And insomnia, which is pretty much what this post was all about. Because it's way past my bedtime.