I wish I was a better writer . . .

Man, there are a lot of good writers out there. Makes me wonder what I'm doing here.

One of my favourite writers is Roger Ebert. It helps that I usually agree with his movie reviews.

Attaining Eberts's writing ability is beyond my reach but what intimidates me are the Joe Blows who contribute to his blog. I'd be happy to be able to write like some of them. Check out this entry, reproduced below, by CanInDeed on September 25, 2009 3:03 PM.

And I like Ebert's response at the bottom . . .

CanInDeed writes:

Homer the Philosopher,

Tuesday

11:15 am : One should not end one’s life prematurely, for life is like a really bad movie, and ending it is like walking out before one knows its ending. [note to self, revise: of course we know the ending, we die.] This is the wisest thing I’ve said all day, but I woke up at 11:00 am, so things might improve.

2:15 pm : Still sitting at table, thinking.

4:10 pm : Took my weekly shower. The soap smelled like roses. Always stop and smell the roses. That sounds familiar, possible plagarism.

5:55 pm : Had epiphany: Life is like a box of crayons, if your parents buy you the really small box, you know you’re screwed from the outset. [note to self, revise: this has to tie in somehow with life-affirming stuff.]

7:25 pm : Uh, well, life is . . . Lost my train of thought.

9:30 pm : Regained my train of thought. The idea sucked.

11:15 pm : [note to self, don’t give up the day job.]

Wednesday

2:15 am : Just realized I don’t have day job.

3:15 am : Just heard the rat trap snap. Now where’s that cookbook?

1:30 pm : Slept late after my first decent meal in days.

3:45 pm : Getting bored. Must go for monthly walk around the block.

4:00 pm : Back from walk. Exhausted

6:66 pm : Just realized there is no 6:66 pm

8:10 pm : You talkin’ to me, ‘cause I don’t see anybody else in this room.

9:00 pm : Answered rap on door. Someone left a box of puppies. Now where’s that cookbook?

11:30 pm : Just shared a nice meal with the puppies. Thank God for dumpsters.

12:00 am : A new day begins. Smile. Life is like a box of puppies, you never know when things are going to get better, just that they will.

Ebert: Nothing eventful happened Thursday?