Obsessions

Pokemon porn searches are up 136%.

That news coaxed my snark to the surface. Oh, boy, having sex, or pretending to have sex with fake creatures ranks high on my bucket list.

Up 136% from what?

What obsessions, games and occupations have I ever had that would compare to the Pokemon madness? Sure, I’ve had obsessions, and I’ve been pre-occupied. Never camped out for tickets to anything. Did drive long distances to attend rock concerts. Didn’t pay insane ticket prices. Never shopped on Black Friday to get a must have object of desire. Have waited in lines at amusement park rides, but never over an hour, and have waited in lines for dinner. Yeah, waited in line for hot breakfasts of reconstituted eggs, fried potatoes and Spam. Waited in lines in the desert for showers, and also waited in lines at concerts to use a latrine of whatever kind existed.

Writing, perhaps, is my obsession. Watching some TV series to their ends. Game of Thrones. Sopranos. Firefly. But didn’t drop everything for them.

Ah, my cats’ security. I obsess over their disappearances and health.

Okay, Pokemon gamers, apologies. I have had obsessions and sympathize with your plight.

On to the writing like crazy.