Creativity, Pumpkin-heads, and Pee-Wee at the Movies

So I got in an email asking how I manage to be “so ridiculously creative!!!” I didn’t want to respond to that via a blog post, because even I’m not so arrogant that I don’t grasp how repulsively pretentious it is for anyone to write about why they’re so creative.

And yet here I am, giant mug o’ this at hand:

typing away.

Mmmmmmm … delicious Pumpkin Spice coffee. All I need now is a nice slice of coffee-flavored pumpkin pie, and I’ll be all set for a nervous breakdown due to cumulative culinary confusion.

Anyway, about this creativity business.

First of all, what I want to say is that I’m not a particularly creative person. I want to say that. But I can’t. Because I am. And there’s no way for me not to know that. I mean, you should see the inside of my head. It makes this:

look like this:

So. You know.

I’m also just now in my life busier than … um … a beaver on speed. (No wait: an ant with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Busier than a dancing bee. Busier than Pee-Wee Herman in a porno theater. Okay, never mind. But I’m busy.)

So rather than talk about creativity generally, I’ll now just babble/type real fast about how I personally … I dunno, be creative, I guess—and then get busy uncreatively cleaning my office because if there’s one thing you can say about life it’s that it insists on at least some semblance of order.

Hey, maybe that would work as one of my poster things!

Okay, maybe not.

Oh, speaking of which, in yesterday’s post about these things I forgot to put in this recent effort:

This one never made it off my desktop. Too obnoxious. Funny. But obnoxious.

Man, I wish funny and obnoxious weren’t so closely related.

But what was I supposed to be talking about again?

Oh, right: creativity.

So, basically, that’s my whole operating paradigm when it comes to manifesting any creative or aesthetic imperative within me: Don’t be too obnoxious.

So, wow. That really didn’t take long to explain at all.

Pfft. Blogging. And people say it’s hard.