I profess this forum to be a clearing house for random thoughts, rants, ideas and general stupidity. The aggressive tossing is simply reflective of an unyielding effort to be honest to whatever crosses my mind without concern over political correctness.

That’s probably too bold a description – most of my blabber is just that, blabber. And like this one – they probably tend to run a little too long to be of interest to anyone other than myself.

Don’t get the wrong idea by the title of this post either. I’m not here tonight to talk about the difficulties that being unemployed presents. Everyone knows that already – and Bonehead doesn’t play the whining game. These last few days though have been a bit of a challenge. And since my posts often venture into a rambling thistle of confusing thought-shit I humbly predict that this one will no doubt travel my typical path. I’d offer you a map – but it’s probably tucked safely in the back pocket of my pants, and I have once again, misplaced those.

Tonight, my wife inadvertently gave a mission statement to our new business – the old expression; “if you want something done, give it to a busy person”.

I’ve been out of work for about two months yet I feel like I’m working harder than ever. My wife and I are settling into our new routine, trying to get some sort of direction as to where we’re going to take this new venture. Trouble is we feel we have a boatload of new ideas, some good ideas even, but the effort and occasional fret over getting them up and running is daunting. We make a good team, and we’ve managed to get a few things started that seem to be headed in the right direction, all still geared towards a more or less official launch in January. She runs a great local online interview magazine – maybe you’ve seen it – www.spotonli.com she does the interviews, I do some of the editing, but that’s just a part of the bigger picture.

We have several other websites in production (a couple I’m actually attempting on my own – THAT’S going to be interesting) and we have a litany of special client projects that we’ve agreed to undertake. I’m considering starting a consulting firm that I feel uniquely qualified for since people have been telling me that I need counseling for years now. We’re looking into some online publishing and merchandising opportunities, and still trying to come up with a stupid enough You Tube video that we can make go viral for nothing else except our own amusement.

Sure – it all sounds wonderful. I probably could have sat out my severance period drinking beer and watching The Flintstones, then jumped into another sales position somewhere within my industry once my agreed upon time frame concluded. Nope. I decided the day I got shit-canned that I was going to attempt to make the most of this unique opportunity. I think we have thus far, but now I’ve entered the realm of anxiety that the clock is ticking. Reaching the halfway marker the other day made us stop and take a look at the status of everything, plus what’s on the calendar to do before our planned launch date. We’ve got a lot of fucking work to do.

First – it seems we’re on e-mail overload. Through the various sites and projects, we have over twenty active e-mail accounts between us on various platforms. Add that to the social media sites, twitter accounts (Bonehead tweets now, albeit one lonely tweet so far – follow me @boneheadblog) checking in on entrecard, my bloglog, blog catalogue, ebay etc, etc it seems we’re just trying to keep up sometimes. You can probably imagine all of the exciting new Viagra and male enhancement offers that many e-mail accounts provide on a daily basis, and of course, I have to review each one.

A side issue to all of these accounts is trying to remember user names and passwords to each one. Following the sage advice of varying passwords and names over online accounts, coupled with my depleted brain cell count often leads to great amusement here as I try to recall how to get into my old AOL e-mail accounts. Great amusement for all except me of course.

One of my patented spreadsheet solutions will help get that together soon.

As I was lovingly sharing a website idea with my wife, she began to ridicule me for its apparent complexity. This led her to address the multitudes of e-mail addresses and projects we seem to be laying out. Plans are piling up faster than we can address them – and we needed to simplify them into a way we can manage it more effectively.

This got me to thinking.

People have described me over the years as highly organized, efficient, detail-orientated, systematic, analytical, a prick. Face it – I’m anal retentive, but it’s helped me get the job done. Well.

So why not draw on something I actually learned through my time in radio. The most basic element of programming is the “clock”. No we’re not exactly talking about the frightening bird chirping one on the kitchen wall – but a systematic breakdown of the plan for each hour of broadcast. How many minutes for each element – music, commercials, announcements, dead air, of a show or broadcast hour is devised, then it’s painstakingly broken down literally into seconds, fed into a computer, checked and then put out over the air on a radio station nobody is really listening to anyway.

We decided to put a clock on what we anticipate our basic tasks to be on a weekly basis. Counting the precious few minutes I typically allot to Bonehead on a daily basis, it seems like we’ll be working night and day, every day until either the end of time or 12/21/12, whichever comes first. So we’re going to have to pare down and cut out some non-essentials.

Quickly to hit the scrap heap was the pants for dogs idea. Sure, your pooch might look pretty smooth in a stylish pair of chinos, but the reality is that since dogs do not have opposable thumbs – they’d have the damnedest time getting the zipper undone when it’s time for them to do their business.

Also now removed from our future plans is the online social site exclusively for gentlemen with excessive back hair and the women who love them. Nope www.fuzzback.com won’t be launched anytime soon. We have returned Robin Williams deposit.

It’s difficult sometimes to let go of your ideas. A crushing of dreams, death to hope. However, occasionally it’s necessary to fire them down in order to allow some of the smarter, better looking ones to grow further upward.

The point of any journey is not to arrive – it’s to enjoy the ride. At our pre-determined halfway point, the point now is not to return.