On blogging and budgets…
// February 17th, 2012 // dirt on the author
It’s been so long since I wrote a blog post that WordPress has gone through like..3 new versions since I last checked. I really do think about things to write about all the time…I’m just so cognisant of the fact that there are all these zillions of well meaning little people out there pouring out their hearts or vomiting rhetoric (depending on what mood I’m in) onto the giant spiderweb…I really don’t want to end up as one of those people.
But then, I have to give them credit…at least they don’t lie on the couch till all hours watching ‘How I met your mother’ and think about blogging, they actually love something enough to write about it, even if that thing is their baby (RAAALLLF), their cooking (RAAAAAAAAAALF) or Justin Bieber (click…BANG). Till now I’ve seen that as self-indulgence, and maybe tomorrow I will again. But maybe the way we talk to the world has just changed, pure and simple. Perhaps your average blogger just has it right – the blog is a therapist and a set of peacock feathers all rolled into one.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, really…I lost a contract today with a bunch of guys I’ve been with for a while now and I’m really kinda sad about it, even though I knew the end was inevitable. Being sad has made me thoughtful, which is always a dangerous thing. This could really turn into a rant about being a wage slave and the gut-wrenching nausea I feel when I realise I can’t just get up and leave any time I want to…that those days came and went (wasted) in my 20′s. Now medical bills, vet’s bills and mortgage payments loom with sickening regularity toward the end of every month, and there never seems to be just that little extra I would need to set by so I could blow this joint for a month or two. What force of nature stops me from just selling the house for a year off in Greece? Inertia? Laziness? Fear? Ask Shirley Valentine, I guess.
Seeing as this has been my first bloggy blog in over a year, I’ll leave it at that, and of course include a joke below (because who really reads the writing anyway) courtesy of the latest meme infecting facebook (and if you don’t know what Cthulu is, you are banned from this blog till you read some Lovecraft).