Maybe I'll be a real blogger?
Maybe not. Maybe this is just another one of my fad ideas, like when you decide to collect something zany simply because more than five of them exist. If that's the case, then later on I'll send my unused chunk of the internet to Goodwill along with my Ugg boots and my various Japanese woodblock renditions of "Tree in Snow."
I've had a posting drought. Would you even consider it that after what? Two years? Sure.
Every so often I have the notion that I'd like to make a new journal somewhere and actually post the random thoughts in my head. The annoying part of that is the whole "make an account, scrounge up a network, change the settings" and by that time your crappy idea is gone, and you might accidentally end up talking about something substantial. No thanks. I decided to do it here.
What I'm hoping not to do is spend my efforts trying to talk up my "zomg amazing weekend" and pour through a detailed description of my day to day life (see "all earlier posts") No one truly cares. I don't care, I already know all about it. Do you care what "Bob" from my workplace did today? Or how assinine Time Warner cable's billing procedures are? No one does. My friends don't. My frienemies don't either (they're only reading this because they forgot I existed. "Wait, that bitch is still alive?! It's okay. I do it too.) So on to my first Seinfeldian notion - a post about nothing.
I was in the shower (yes, at two a.m.) and had a thought that I found to be quite profound. When I got out, I realized that something about being in the shower creates a thinking atmosphere similar to a state of substance abuse. You're there and you think "This... is f!*#&% amazing. I can't wait to share this idea. In fact, I just might be brilliant." But when the high comes down, you re-visit your tape recorder, memory, or saved document... and you realize that you're actually quite an idiot.
Have you ever tried to convey to another person your recent "brilliant simplicity" renaissance idea? I don't think a person can sound more high than when they stand wide-eyed describing "it's just life, man. and it's here. then it's gone. and it's like... the hot dog i have today..... won't be here tomorrow, you know?" I have to wonder if it's the simplicity of a confined space, or maybe just the lack of ambient media and constant noise that makes it such a breeding ground for mock inspiration. Maybe it's just something in the water.
I've had a posting drought. Would you even consider it that after what? Two years? Sure.
Every so often I have the notion that I'd like to make a new journal somewhere and actually post the random thoughts in my head. The annoying part of that is the whole "make an account, scrounge up a network, change the settings" and by that time your crappy idea is gone, and you might accidentally end up talking about something substantial. No thanks. I decided to do it here.
What I'm hoping not to do is spend my efforts trying to talk up my "zomg amazing weekend" and pour through a detailed description of my day to day life (see "all earlier posts") No one truly cares. I don't care, I already know all about it. Do you care what "Bob" from my workplace did today? Or how assinine Time Warner cable's billing procedures are? No one does. My friends don't. My frienemies don't either (they're only reading this because they forgot I existed. "Wait, that bitch is still alive?! It's okay. I do it too.) So on to my first Seinfeldian notion - a post about nothing.
I was in the shower (yes, at two a.m.) and had a thought that I found to be quite profound. When I got out, I realized that something about being in the shower creates a thinking atmosphere similar to a state of substance abuse. You're there and you think "This... is f!*#&% amazing. I can't wait to share this idea. In fact, I just might be brilliant." But when the high comes down, you re-visit your tape recorder, memory, or saved document... and you realize that you're actually quite an idiot.
Have you ever tried to convey to another person your recent "brilliant simplicity" renaissance idea? I don't think a person can sound more high than when they stand wide-eyed describing "it's just life, man. and it's here. then it's gone. and it's like... the hot dog i have today..... won't be here tomorrow, you know?" I have to wonder if it's the simplicity of a confined space, or maybe just the lack of ambient media and constant noise that makes it such a breeding ground for mock inspiration. Maybe it's just something in the water.