First things first: this new blogger interface sucks. Because it's new. I don't like getting used to new things. It was perfectly fine the way it used to be. I hate change. But you know that already.
The reason I'm here now is because it's one of those nights where I can't sleep because I feel like I'm drowning in a veritable sea of nostalgia. I know this sounds silly, but I'm an incredibly sentimental person. That's why I save everything. I like to have a tangible link to the past, something I can pick up and say "oh yeah, I remember where I was and what I was doing and how I felt when I got this." That's why I video tape so many things (or why I used to, there hasn't been much to tape lately); having them on record and being able to look back at them is important to me.
I was gonna post this. I swear I was. But these things never come out the way I intend. It's like I can monologue to myself in my head in the most flowery prose conceivable, and have a nice, cohesive, linear train of thought, but as soon as it comes time to translate that pattern into actual writing, it turns to mush and melts away.
I guess my point is I miss things. Lots of things. From every point in my life. I get super nostalgic and I wish things could be the way they used to be. But I like my life the way it is now too. I guess what I really want is just to be able to go back and experience some of the good parts of my past again. So... I guess what I'm saying is I want a time machine, or maybe a consciousness-influenced experiential history simulator, so I can go back to particularly desirable moments and see if they really were as good as I remember them being.
I suppose all this has been brought about by the weird dreams I've been having lately, dreams from all over the place, historically speaking, and each one of them has been sort of a downer. Couple that with the fact that today was one of those crappy rainy fall days and then add in my odd work hours that restrict me from seeing most people outside of the weekend, and you've got a nice recipe for some melancholic introspection. Don't get me wrong, I'm not complaining. This isn't a "woe is me, my life is so miserable, feel sorry for me" rant, not in the slightest. I just feel weird, can't sleep, and need to get it out somehow. I also love the way typing on a laptop keyboard feels, so this sort of comes as the natural outlet.
This blog has become less of an actual blog and more of an online space where my ideas go to die. I tend to sit down with what I think would be a good idea for a post, hammer away at the keyboard for a while, and then ultimately decide that whatever it is I've written is not suitable for posting, either because it's too personal or just not interesting enough to warrant putting out there. So today I say "screw that." I'm posting this. I don't care that it's an ultimately pointless piece of stream of consciousness rambling. I don't care that there's no deep message to glean, no profound nugget of wisdom to be gathered. Heck, whenever I do feel like I have something of substance to write, it's because I want to throw out some kind of impactful one liner, but then I end up having to craft an entire post around it, and I then find I don't have as much to say as I originally thought, and then that draft goes to the blog cemetery. Well, I guess it would be more like the blog cryogenic freezing chamber, because they're all saved as drafts, but they're no more likely to ever see the light of day.
Maybe that's what I'm doing wrong. Maybe instead of trying to be structured and organized, I should just go. I usually waste so much time trying to formulate a proper introduction that by the time I've come up with something that may be acceptable, I've already lost steam and don't feel like finishing the rest of the post. This particular entry here has been largely self-reflective, and I almost feel like I should apologize to anyone who's reading it for not providing enough relevant material to your life. But at the same time, this is the most I've written in forever, and I would like to try to do this more often. Maybe the best way would be to just abandon all the rigidity and just sit down every so often, bang something out, and put it out there. Save the real writing for the guys who know what they're doing. I don't even have a title for this thing yet. I should title it with the next thing that pops into my head. There. I just did. I don't know why, but the first thing that popped into my head was one time in Spring of 2007 when I was doing an assignment for my news writing class with B. Kirk, on my bed, in the relative dark of 315. I think the light above the sink might have been on at the time, but none others. By that light and the glow of my beat up old Dell laptop, I was... I dunno, underlining things or something. The funniest thing about that is that it's not all that dissimilar to what I'm doing right now... sitting on my bed with just the light of my laptop. Maybe that's the connection. Who knows.
These paragraphs keep getting longer and longer. Maybe I should wrap this up before I start going on and on about how I had that news writing class with Amy Nipper, who would also be a Coms 101 GA with me two years later. Or start talking about that time in my communication and change grad class that our under-prepared group called an audible with a creative approach to our presentation to hide the fact that we hadn't done nearly as much work or research as any of the other groups, and it paid off big time. One of my finer moments in group presentation history, if I do say so. I went home that summer and finished up watching season 5 of The Office, and re-watching The Office is what I've spent a significant portion of my free time doing lately, so here we are, full circle. Or something.
Earlier when I said "I was gonna post this," I wrote that because, at that time, I wasn't planning on posting this, and I was frustrated at how I sat down to write but then couldn't come up with anything tremendously worthwhile. But I don't care that this makes little sense as far as traditional narratives go. Maybe that's the point. Maybe I need to not care so much and just do this more often. Every so often perhaps I'll stumble on a good lesson that I can share with the people who read this. Or maybe I'll just continue to get stuff off my chest, and in so doing ease my own mind a little bit. Either way, I'll feel better at the end of it all.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Top 5 Thoughts Of... Today
It's been a few months and I know there are one or two of you out there who actually read this, and I had a few unclassifiable things running through my brain case today, so here we go. Naturally, I thought of all this while I was at work, but I had the good sense to actually jot down some notes so I would have a framework upon which to build.
So here we go:
1. "This iced coffee is delicious. We're teetering on the edge of perfection here." Like I said, I was at work, and it has been my ritual lately to swing by McDonald's and get a large hazelnut iced coffee on my way in. For some reason, no other coffee quite does the job; Dunkin Donuts' tastes good, but it doesn't give me the energy that McDonald's does. I don't know why, but there you have it, and today's was particularly delicious, with just the right blend of cream, sugar, and hazelnut syrup.
2. What I wouldn't give to be able to wander down the hall, barge into 305, and declare "Oh, HI folks!" before launching into the Billcast. Catharsis at its finest, and I could surely use it.
3. Grand Theft Auto: Vice City was a fun game, and not at all destructive, despite what Danny Latin maintains about the time he just cut the power to my computer while I was in the middle of playing it.
4. I ran a mile in Wii Fit yesterday, so I effectively hopped back and forth on my feet for 14 solid minutes. My calves are on FIRE.
5. Happy New Year.
Well that was brief enough. I should probably do this more often.
Monday, April 30, 2012
Milk And Cookies
Eating cookies is never a simple matter. Oh sure, it's simple enough in practice, but when you delve a bit deeper, it becomes a matter of delicate balance. Once you start eating a cookie, you get thirsty, and while there are certainly a wide range of options when it comes to beverages, the natural thirst quenching champion in this arena is milk.
But milk is a very tricky substance, and this is where it starts to get complicated. You see, not enough milk, and you have to get up off your butt when you run out so you can finish eating your cookies with the least amount of cognitive dissonance (OH SNAP, SHAKY APPLICATION OF COMS THEORY). Too MUCH milk, on the other hand, and you encounter the opposite problem. You're left with a glass (actually I prefer plastics) of more milk than you can drink comfortably without the aid of cookies, at which point you're forced to retrieve more cookies.
But how many cookies? You have to carefully gauge the amount of milk left in your cup so as not to take too many cookies, because if you do, then you won't have enough milk, and the cycle begins anew. The real art here is in calculating exactly how much milk to put in the cup on the first try; the acquisition of extra cookies only follows after you've already biffed the milk portion.
I find this scenario mirrors the ebb and flow of life's fortunes. What we have is never good enough; we always need something more. Once we've got what we want, we have to move on to the next big thing. After too much of that, we're reminded of why we wanted what we wanted in the first place, until we've had enough of that once again. On and on, back and forth. It's a vicious cycle.
Or maybe I'm the only one who has that much trouble just drinking the leftover milk.
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
IT'S ALIVE!
Oh buddy boy... it's that time again. Time to start... BLOGGING!
Okay, so that's three things. I'm rusty, bear with me; it's been over a year since I last picked up the metaphorical pen, and in those 365+ days, I'm certain I've lost some of my touch. Heck, it's been about two and a half years since I did any REAL earnest work on this thing. I know, that's far too long, and to expect anyone to be interested in what I have to say after such an interval is a stretch at best.
Yes yes, I know what you're thinking. Well, it's one of two things.
1. Holy cow, I thought this blog was dead forever, but what great joy it brings me to see new life breathed into it once again!
2. Alright, so what have you got to offer me after all this time?
3. What is this noise?
Okay, so that's three things. I'm rusty, bear with me; it's been over a year since I last picked up the metaphorical pen, and in those 365+ days, I'm certain I've lost some of my touch. Heck, it's been about two and a half years since I did any REAL earnest work on this thing. I know, that's far too long, and to expect anyone to be interested in what I have to say after such an interval is a stretch at best.
But hey, Andrew Timm will read this, and that's good enough for me.
Writing is something I've always personally enjoyed... hang on, I have to get up and go pause my music. I'm not terribly good at multitasking, and any distractions at all cause my thoughts to become muddled.
Okay, that's better. Now there are a few things I have to clear up before anyone starts yelling at me. First of all, while the technical term for what I've got here is a blog, I am not a "blogger" in the conventional sense. I don't aim to follow any particular rules or structure in my posts, and if you take a look at my previous entries you'll note that this is more of a collection of rambling essays than of "blog posts." I'm still gonna refer to them as blog posts though, because that's easier and sounds less ridiculous than saying "rambling essays" all the time. If you know me, then you know that I kind of like to do my own thing, and if you don't know me then you will probably not enjoy this blog in the slightest, as it's mostly intended to entertain myself and some of my good buddies who happen to enjoy my rather opinionated prose. I'm not looking to make a living here, I just want to have a good time.
As a subset of that last point, you've probably encountered the phrase "less is more" on a few occasions in your lifetime. Well kids, that's going out the window here. Brevity, as far as I'm concerned, is not entertaining. I love words, and I like to see what I can do with different combinations of them in front of a period. This, of course, is not to say that I'm going to be long-winded just for the sake of being long-winded, but rather just to emphasize that if I think something sounds better with more words, I'm going to use more and not dummy it down just because you don't feel like taking half a second to scan your eyes over a few extra letters. If you don't like it, go read someone else's nicely contained, bullet pointed list and get the eff off. I ramble, and I enjoy it. This is my blog, not yours, and it's not meant for the "TL;DR" crowd. Those people are morons. If you are among their numbers, I am absolutely not sorry for hurting your feelings.
As you may have noticed by now, this post isn't going anywhere in particular; this is mostly just an exercise to help me get back into the swing of things and to likewise let you know that I'm getting back into said swing. But in the vein of introduction and foresight, I will say this: 2011 was one heck of a year. Good Lord Almighty there is so much I could say about that one single year and everything that happened during its span... I mean, 2009 was a pivotal, life-altering year (and I guess by comparison 2010 was kind of like a fart in the pages of history), but 2011 was... earth-shattering. Yeah, I guess that's a decent hyperbolic way to describe it. So I guess that's what I'll leave you with tonight. Sometime in the near future, I'll give you my take on 2011 and its events. I'd love to get into it now, but it's pretty late and I should probably get some sleep at some point. I don't think I could do a post like that justice in this frame of mind, but it's something I definitely need to tackle.
Oh and one last thing before I go: the date on this post is gonna be February 15th, but in actuality it's March 29th (or 30th technically I guess, since it's after midnight). I'm a stickler for tradition, and there's no way I'm gonna let an anniversary of this blog's creation go without recognition while it still lives. It's now been (over) three delightful years since I first posted on this blog, and hopefully now that I've got a cave of my own in which to lurk, I'll get around to many more posts this year than I have in the last two and a half years. Fingers crossed.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
I Am Pleasantly Warm Because
A few days ago I found my flannel shirt underneath the cushion of this nice little couch here. I was a bit distraught, since I couldn't remember what I had done with the shirt and had looked in every conceivable place, but lo and behold, it was right beneath me the entire time.
Unfortunately, this is not my couch; I sleep on it often enough (sometimes I sleep on the other couch, sometimes on the floor), but I cannot call the couch my own. As a matter of fact, I don't have any space of my own anymore. It's been almost two months since I slept in a bed, which is to say it's been almost two months since I was evicted from my house. I've taken up residence... well, somewhere else, I suppose there's no need to explicitly divulge where I am right now. Everyone from around here knows, and it doesn't really matter to everyone who isn't from around here.
Don't let the posting date fool you, I know it says February 15th, but that's just because I saved a draft on that date and vowed to come back later and actually post something. Why February 15th? Because that was exactly two years from the day that I started this fine blog, and I like to commemorate occasions like that. As I write this, it's actually the wee hours of March 2nd, and I should have begun Mustache March by now, but I haven't yet shaved off the scruff that's been growing on my face for about the last two weeks. I should get on that.
But yeah. It's pretty late (4:09 AM at the moment) and Diana is sleeping on the other couch. "OH MY GOSH WHO IS DIANA?!" Relax kids, Diana is my Asian friend who happens to be one of the other orphans taking refuge in this fine establishment. She's a girl, but I can overlook that particular flaw; we get along pretty well when she isn't eating all the ziti. She assured me last night that she couldn't hear the music through my headphones and that my computer wasn't otherwise keeping her awake, but I'm never sure about those kinds of things, especially with the way I tend to KLACKA-LACKA-LACKA on the keyboard, as Danny Latin could undoubtedly attest. Usually there's a lot going on in this house considering its fairly dense population, but the last two nights have been particularly quiet, and I rather enjoy the respite. It gives me a bit of time to sit and listen to my music and think and... well, work on this blog that I promised Andrew Timm.
Someday soon I'm gonna post something with real substance. Right now though, I have to take the time that's available here and post what I can, since I never know what's gonna be happening in the upcoming days and when I'll get another chance to just sit down without any distractions. I'm probably gonna have to spend most of Thursday and Friday night prepping my standard deck for Gameday on Saturday (the priorities in my life are absolutely in perfect order... I want a full art Black Sun's Zenith, dangit). I know I make pretty much the same excuse at the end of every lame placeholder blog I post, but this is legit. I've got an idea or two cooking, I just need to sit down and get them exactly right. They're nothing revolutionary, but maybe you guys will find them interesting (and Andrew Timm, the writing I was doing in that status I aimed at you is not part of this post, but one of the ideas that I'm kinda-sorta working on, just so you know).
I know you're all comforted by my triumphant return to the blogging scene, if only because now you're reassured that I haven't given up the ship just yet. Aye maties, there are plenty of uncharted waters to traverse, and plenty of other stupid metaphors to abuse along the way. And with that, dear readers, rather than try to artificially cram anything into this post, I'll just leave you be for the night and rest my weary head.
Unfortunately, this is not my couch; I sleep on it often enough (sometimes I sleep on the other couch, sometimes on the floor), but I cannot call the couch my own. As a matter of fact, I don't have any space of my own anymore. It's been almost two months since I slept in a bed, which is to say it's been almost two months since I was evicted from my house. I've taken up residence... well, somewhere else, I suppose there's no need to explicitly divulge where I am right now. Everyone from around here knows, and it doesn't really matter to everyone who isn't from around here.
Don't let the posting date fool you, I know it says February 15th, but that's just because I saved a draft on that date and vowed to come back later and actually post something. Why February 15th? Because that was exactly two years from the day that I started this fine blog, and I like to commemorate occasions like that. As I write this, it's actually the wee hours of March 2nd, and I should have begun Mustache March by now, but I haven't yet shaved off the scruff that's been growing on my face for about the last two weeks. I should get on that.
But yeah. It's pretty late (4:09 AM at the moment) and Diana is sleeping on the other couch. "OH MY GOSH WHO IS DIANA?!" Relax kids, Diana is my Asian friend who happens to be one of the other orphans taking refuge in this fine establishment. She's a girl, but I can overlook that particular flaw; we get along pretty well when she isn't eating all the ziti. She assured me last night that she couldn't hear the music through my headphones and that my computer wasn't otherwise keeping her awake, but I'm never sure about those kinds of things, especially with the way I tend to KLACKA-LACKA-LACKA on the keyboard, as Danny Latin could undoubtedly attest. Usually there's a lot going on in this house considering its fairly dense population, but the last two nights have been particularly quiet, and I rather enjoy the respite. It gives me a bit of time to sit and listen to my music and think and... well, work on this blog that I promised Andrew Timm.
Someday soon I'm gonna post something with real substance. Right now though, I have to take the time that's available here and post what I can, since I never know what's gonna be happening in the upcoming days and when I'll get another chance to just sit down without any distractions. I'm probably gonna have to spend most of Thursday and Friday night prepping my standard deck for Gameday on Saturday (the priorities in my life are absolutely in perfect order... I want a full art Black Sun's Zenith, dangit). I know I make pretty much the same excuse at the end of every lame placeholder blog I post, but this is legit. I've got an idea or two cooking, I just need to sit down and get them exactly right. They're nothing revolutionary, but maybe you guys will find them interesting (and Andrew Timm, the writing I was doing in that status I aimed at you is not part of this post, but one of the ideas that I'm kinda-sorta working on, just so you know).
I know you're all comforted by my triumphant return to the blogging scene, if only because now you're reassured that I haven't given up the ship just yet. Aye maties, there are plenty of uncharted waters to traverse, and plenty of other stupid metaphors to abuse along the way. And with that, dear readers, rather than try to artificially cram anything into this post, I'll just leave you be for the night and rest my weary head.
Monday, November 29, 2010
Top 10 Thoughts (Minus Three) of the Last Few Days
My my my. It really has been over two months since I've posted anything here. To all my loyal followers (I understand there actually are a couple of you), I sincerely apologize. Inspiration has been in short supply lately, but I've got a few things I want to say, so I'm gonna adapt an old Andrew Clark format and just post the thoughts I have in list form. That way I don't have to worry about continuity or transitions in between items, I can just bounce forth to the next topic once I run out of stuff to say about the current one.
GET READY
HERE WE GO
1. In my estimation, the Christmas season begins on Black Friday, but culturally, we've been entrenched in holiday trappings for almost a month now. I call this "Christmas creep," and I actually wrote a post for this very subject for the blog Danny Latin and I started last year (you can find said post here, if you're so inclined). Last year I noted that Christmas music began its 24/7 rotation on the local radio stations on Veterans' Day... this year it started November 1st. I swear, within a few years we'll be getting it just after Labor Day.
2. The deluge of Facebook status updates I got about people going on Thanksgiving break made me realize how much I miss that feeling of relief that accompanies being able to leave school behind for a week or a month. Sure, it's nice to not be in school at all, but there's something about coming back from your last class before break and knowing you won't have to go through that wretched ordeal at all for a little while that you can't quite capture outside of that environment. I always particularly liked it when I my last assignment was due or my last final took place several days before I actually had to leave. That way I had a few days to just chill and hang out with my friends before break, and those were always the best times.
3. On the same token, I DO NOT miss the work that went with the territory. I'll never again have to write another research paper, and that is just fine and dandy with me. The first week back after Thanksgiving break in my singular year of grad school (and really the only week before finals that year) was one of the most unpleasant stretches of time I have ever known. Of course, by the time that Friday rolled around, the hell of trying to complete an entire semester's worth of papers and projects was behind me, and I had nothing but Coffeehouse, Starcraft, and a couple easy finals to look forward to.
4. I am sick of all the blasted rain. I went outside this morning around 6:30 and it was raining... and it was also about 50 degrees out. THIS IS UPSTATE NEW YORK, FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD. GIMME SOME SNOW ALREADY. Granted, snow actually makes my job more difficult, because I then have to vacuum up all the pieces of rock salt that people track in, but I'd rather deal with that than dodging lake-sized puddles and having to put my hood up just to go outside. Man I hate rain.
5. I was taking a nap earlier, and I had this dream that I was interning for some kind of record company, and because of that, Ray Toro and Frank Iero were staying at my house and crashing in my living room. That was pretty cool, except I discovered that Ray Toro was actually pushing 60 years old, and then Kesha was wandering around putting up fliers for her next show. Initially I was like "ewwwwwww get away from me," but she started talking to me and she turned out to be really nice, and I developed an interest in her, which left me with one of those imaginary post-dream crushes on Kesha, and that made me want to vomit.
6. Speaking of Ray and Frank, the latest effort by My Chemical Romance, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, is a very good album. Not phenomenal, like The Black Parade, but very good. If you've never watched the videos for "Na Na Na" and "SING," you should do so, in that order. They tell a cool story.
7. I stumbled upon a striking truth recently: Women are not evil; evil is simply a universal condition of the human heart. I wish I had realized that a couple years ago... I think I screwed some things up. Whoops. This is not to say that they're not emotional and irrational and crazy; all of the above still apply. They're just not malicious creatures, or at least not any more malicious than the rest of us normal people.
I think those are enough thoughts for now, especially because I've essentially run out of things to say. I could use some feedback though; if you are one of those few people who actually follows my blog, or if you're just a random traveler who happened to stumble upon it for the first time and you'd like to compare this to my earlier work, let me know whether you like this list form or my typical essay style better, and I'll see what I can do about that in the future.
GET READY
HERE WE GO
1. In my estimation, the Christmas season begins on Black Friday, but culturally, we've been entrenched in holiday trappings for almost a month now. I call this "Christmas creep," and I actually wrote a post for this very subject for the blog Danny Latin and I started last year (you can find said post here, if you're so inclined). Last year I noted that Christmas music began its 24/7 rotation on the local radio stations on Veterans' Day... this year it started November 1st. I swear, within a few years we'll be getting it just after Labor Day.
2. The deluge of Facebook status updates I got about people going on Thanksgiving break made me realize how much I miss that feeling of relief that accompanies being able to leave school behind for a week or a month. Sure, it's nice to not be in school at all, but there's something about coming back from your last class before break and knowing you won't have to go through that wretched ordeal at all for a little while that you can't quite capture outside of that environment. I always particularly liked it when I my last assignment was due or my last final took place several days before I actually had to leave. That way I had a few days to just chill and hang out with my friends before break, and those were always the best times.
3. On the same token, I DO NOT miss the work that went with the territory. I'll never again have to write another research paper, and that is just fine and dandy with me. The first week back after Thanksgiving break in my singular year of grad school (and really the only week before finals that year) was one of the most unpleasant stretches of time I have ever known. Of course, by the time that Friday rolled around, the hell of trying to complete an entire semester's worth of papers and projects was behind me, and I had nothing but Coffeehouse, Starcraft, and a couple easy finals to look forward to.
4. I am sick of all the blasted rain. I went outside this morning around 6:30 and it was raining... and it was also about 50 degrees out. THIS IS UPSTATE NEW YORK, FOR CRYIN OUT LOUD. GIMME SOME SNOW ALREADY. Granted, snow actually makes my job more difficult, because I then have to vacuum up all the pieces of rock salt that people track in, but I'd rather deal with that than dodging lake-sized puddles and having to put my hood up just to go outside. Man I hate rain.
5. I was taking a nap earlier, and I had this dream that I was interning for some kind of record company, and because of that, Ray Toro and Frank Iero were staying at my house and crashing in my living room. That was pretty cool, except I discovered that Ray Toro was actually pushing 60 years old, and then Kesha was wandering around putting up fliers for her next show. Initially I was like "ewwwwwww get away from me," but she started talking to me and she turned out to be really nice, and I developed an interest in her, which left me with one of those imaginary post-dream crushes on Kesha, and that made me want to vomit.
6. Speaking of Ray and Frank, the latest effort by My Chemical Romance, Danger Days: The True Lives of the Fabulous Killjoys, is a very good album. Not phenomenal, like The Black Parade, but very good. If you've never watched the videos for "Na Na Na" and "SING," you should do so, in that order. They tell a cool story.
7. I stumbled upon a striking truth recently: Women are not evil; evil is simply a universal condition of the human heart. I wish I had realized that a couple years ago... I think I screwed some things up. Whoops. This is not to say that they're not emotional and irrational and crazy; all of the above still apply. They're just not malicious creatures, or at least not any more malicious than the rest of us normal people.
I think those are enough thoughts for now, especially because I've essentially run out of things to say. I could use some feedback though; if you are one of those few people who actually follows my blog, or if you're just a random traveler who happened to stumble upon it for the first time and you'd like to compare this to my earlier work, let me know whether you like this list form or my typical essay style better, and I'll see what I can do about that in the future.
Monday, September 20, 2010
A Blog For Two Andrews
Alright kids, it's time to plunge headlong into the blogging world. I don't know exactly where we're going, but the only way to get anywhere is to go, so let's do just that.
About a month ago, Andrew Timm informed me that I had not posted a blog in quite some time. I was quite aware of this little fact, but I also figured no one really cared either, so I would just get around to it when I felt like it. Truth be told, it was encouraging to know that someone out there actually wanted to hear more of what I have to say, whatever that may be, so I vowed to write a new blog as soon as I got the inspiration.
Well, inspiration is in short supply these days, so since then I haven't actually posted anything. I mulled a few possibilities, but nothing ever seemed to really amount to all that much, so I never made any formal attempts at blogging. And then, after several terrible games of Starcraft 2 with Andrew Clark, I suddenly felt almost inspired. It was then that I realized that my inspiration, as I've said before, does not actually come from dealing with girls, it comes from being pissed off (I just usually happen to get pissed off as a by-product of dealing with girls). Andrew informed me following those games that he was going to post a blog, and encouraged me to do so as well. Thus, the smoldering ashes of Starcraft defeat have been reignited by the coals of indignance and have burst forth into the glorious flame of bloggery.
If you recall, last year I posted a Deleted Scenes blog; a collection of drafts that, for whatever reason, I didn't feel were good enough to actually be posted as or in a blog. I did enjoy reflecting on what I had written in those drafts, and I plan to do that again this year for all the drafts I saved over the last year. Funny thing is, while I didn't actually post that often, I saved a bunch of drafts (16, for the record, though a few of them are just titles without any body), and a lot of them are pretty well developed. I'm not gonna get into that now, but I promise you, dear readers, I will post them sometime in the future.
You know, I've encountered some reasonably good fortune lately. Nothing huge, just little things that make me happy... which makes me a little uneasy, frankly. I get the feeling that I'm on the precipice of some Great Disaster. Maybe it's just the season... we are in that nebulous early September void of not-quite-summer-but-not-quite-fall, and I've never been a fan of this time of year. Still, when things go reasonably well for long enough, you start to wonder when everything is gonna explode. I just hope it waits till after the Scars of Mirrodin prerelease this weekend.
I'm getting a little sick of OK Go and their gimmicky music videos. The treadmill thing was cool and innovative, and then they one-upped themselves with that Rube Goldberg machine video, but the song for that video wasn't even particularly good. Now they've got some thing with buckets and dogs doing tricks or something... the novelty of your novelty music videos is starting to wear off, guys. I feel like you're grasping at straws here. Just make a normal music video for once. You can do something cool, creative, and funny without making it look like a talent show audition. Maybe, I dunno, try and tell a story. That's the beauty of the music video format; you can use the song to provide the backdrop for a visual story, or use the video to illustrate the story of the song. I feel like doing stupid human (or pet) tricks with a song playing in the background is almost a waste of space. So there's my two cents on that.
This may be nothing more than a placeholder blog until I can get something real going, but I said I was gonna let this blog write itself, and that's exactly what I did. I hear that's what professional authors do too, and now you know exactly why I'm not a professional author. At any rate, I hope you enjoyed this little nugget, and just remember: if you want me to post something here, just pester me about it. I'll get it done eventually.
About a month ago, Andrew Timm informed me that I had not posted a blog in quite some time. I was quite aware of this little fact, but I also figured no one really cared either, so I would just get around to it when I felt like it. Truth be told, it was encouraging to know that someone out there actually wanted to hear more of what I have to say, whatever that may be, so I vowed to write a new blog as soon as I got the inspiration.
Well, inspiration is in short supply these days, so since then I haven't actually posted anything. I mulled a few possibilities, but nothing ever seemed to really amount to all that much, so I never made any formal attempts at blogging. And then, after several terrible games of Starcraft 2 with Andrew Clark, I suddenly felt almost inspired. It was then that I realized that my inspiration, as I've said before, does not actually come from dealing with girls, it comes from being pissed off (I just usually happen to get pissed off as a by-product of dealing with girls). Andrew informed me following those games that he was going to post a blog, and encouraged me to do so as well. Thus, the smoldering ashes of Starcraft defeat have been reignited by the coals of indignance and have burst forth into the glorious flame of bloggery.
If you recall, last year I posted a Deleted Scenes blog; a collection of drafts that, for whatever reason, I didn't feel were good enough to actually be posted as or in a blog. I did enjoy reflecting on what I had written in those drafts, and I plan to do that again this year for all the drafts I saved over the last year. Funny thing is, while I didn't actually post that often, I saved a bunch of drafts (16, for the record, though a few of them are just titles without any body), and a lot of them are pretty well developed. I'm not gonna get into that now, but I promise you, dear readers, I will post them sometime in the future.
You know, I've encountered some reasonably good fortune lately. Nothing huge, just little things that make me happy... which makes me a little uneasy, frankly. I get the feeling that I'm on the precipice of some Great Disaster. Maybe it's just the season... we are in that nebulous early September void of not-quite-summer-but-not-quite-fall, and I've never been a fan of this time of year. Still, when things go reasonably well for long enough, you start to wonder when everything is gonna explode. I just hope it waits till after the Scars of Mirrodin prerelease this weekend.
I'm getting a little sick of OK Go and their gimmicky music videos. The treadmill thing was cool and innovative, and then they one-upped themselves with that Rube Goldberg machine video, but the song for that video wasn't even particularly good. Now they've got some thing with buckets and dogs doing tricks or something... the novelty of your novelty music videos is starting to wear off, guys. I feel like you're grasping at straws here. Just make a normal music video for once. You can do something cool, creative, and funny without making it look like a talent show audition. Maybe, I dunno, try and tell a story. That's the beauty of the music video format; you can use the song to provide the backdrop for a visual story, or use the video to illustrate the story of the song. I feel like doing stupid human (or pet) tricks with a song playing in the background is almost a waste of space. So there's my two cents on that.
This may be nothing more than a placeholder blog until I can get something real going, but I said I was gonna let this blog write itself, and that's exactly what I did. I hear that's what professional authors do too, and now you know exactly why I'm not a professional author. At any rate, I hope you enjoyed this little nugget, and just remember: if you want me to post something here, just pester me about it. I'll get it done eventually.
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