Lately I've spent lots of time not reading blogs.
And not writing blogs.
An astounding amount of time, really.
Now, I could chalk it up to going to colorado, trying to cram as much together-time as possible with my girlfriend before she goes a thousand miles away, school, summer school, drinking and seeing opera, but I won't.
It's just that I get to, oh, about here in my posts, and just lose it.
I mean, what was I even talking about?
Hang on, lemme see.
I have no idea.
Lately I've been down on lots of things.
Most movies, books and tv leave me cold.
Shrek 2 was ehhhhh.
Troy was alright.
The Minotaur Takes a Cigarette Break was ok.
Kill Bill 2 was indulgent.
I did like the first season of The Office, which Matt lent me.
I find myself being really harsh on everybody's writing, including my own.
But I just want something more.
Everything seems so mundane.
I haven''t even got writer's block.
I don't even try to try writing.
I've got tryer's block.
Oh, my computer died, too.
And I lost a couple plays and such.
and a bunch of music.
But I just don't seem to care.
I don't know why I'm even putting this up.
So...
If you know of anything wowie zowie slam-pop-bang-whizzzzzz exciting, please leave me the story or a link in my comments.
"It's a motherfucker bein' here without you."
"It could have been—it didn't have to be obscene. It could have been—a bird out of season, dropping bright-feathered on my shoulder, it could have been a tongueless dwarf standing by the road to point the way. I was prepared. But it's this, is it? No enigma, no dignity, nothing classical, portentous, only this —a comic pornographer and a rabble of prostitutes."
Posted by orion at May 26, 2004 12:03 AM | TrackBack