I had a really hard time falling asleep Sunday night, and I ended up watching Master and Commander on DVD until very nearly 3.30 AM. (MAN! did I drink a lot of coffee on Monday!) Even then it was a while before I actually nodded off. Say what you will about the asshole reputation that Russell Crowe totes around with him like some favourite leather jacket, I do like his movies.
Near the mid-point of the flick, Captain Jack Aubrey's ship, the Surprise, in pursuit of the French privateer Acheron, wallows for several days in the doldrums, bereft of wind and without any rain to replenish its dwindling fresh water supply. The crew starts to get surly and a miasma of discontent spreads, to the point of the word 'mutiny' being bandied about in quiet with fearful, surreptitious glances. Superstitious blame for the bad weather was placed on an obsequious midshipman who, in the face of concerted derision from the entire crew, ended up committing suicide by lobbing himself over the rail of the ship with a cannonball in hand. He couldn't handle the stress of so much perceived incompetence, and so ended it.
I am in a similar - though far less perilous - position for want of something to write in this space. The derision is only self-made, and I don't feel like tossing off in any literal or figurative sense. The last couple posts have been photo fodder (not necessarily a bad thing, but still), and, looking even further back, I haven't really updated verbally on much of anything since the very beginning of November.
One of the first and cardinal rules of Bloggers Who Want To Be Taken Seriously is never to say that you have nothing to say. So my intent is to imply that, without coming right out and whining. I hate a whiner.
This, then, is really a call to anyone who would like to pose any sort of question for me to answer. Anything. Do you want to know the meteorological reasons behind the title of this post, the doldrums? I really do know that and would be happy to try to turn it into an educational and (hopefully) entertaining post. Perhaps a question you're certain I won't know the answer to? I'll research it and get back to you. Honest. Something more personal? Go ahead, try me. I'm good for it. This is a taboo-free zone.
Rather than lob myself over the ephemeral edge of the blog, weighted down with the cannonball of incompetence into the sea of mediocrity that is the internet upon which we tack, toil and pitch, I turn to you, good readers, to be the wind in my jib and the salt spray upon my brow as I seek less temperate and more challenging climes.