No reason 11/21

It's the night before Thanksgiving, I'm watching a bluegrass thing on PBS, drinking beer, and surfing the web. Like the last entry, this is sort of random rambling. Self indulgence. Creative outlet. Speaking of, I used to draw a lot. Constantly. Uncontrollably. It was an impulse. (This bluegrass show blows. I love bluegrass, but this is watered-down crap) When I was a kid, I filled sketchbooks. My mom used to ask me if I needed a new one when she went shopping. I was advised to do something other than art in college. Ill advised. But that's not important. For some reason, I don't draw anymore. Not even during down time at work do I doodle. I don't feel the urge or impulse. I have the tools. I have sketchbooks needing filling. I'm around writing implements all the time. I even have two sizes of yellow pads at work. Paper that begs to be doodled on. I have a few theories, mostly to do with too many outside stimulants (internet, television, other hobbies), and laziness. I think it's partly the digital era (other than the internet). Adobe Illustrator. Instant gratification. Digital photography (that's another ramble). Maybe even blogging. Just being able to think of something and making it happen. Whatever. I don't draw. I need to work on that. Now that I think of it, watching TV, surfing the web, and drinking beer leads me to believe attention deficit disorder is a possibility.