That’s Not The Way (Nuh Uh, Nuh Uh) I Like to Blog It
Ever wake up and feel like the world has been bled dry of all meaning? That life is a meaningless puppet-show, a shadowdance on the walls of some dismal Platonic cave, and that every action you take is a pathetic whimper amidst the cosmic crash of chaos and catastrophe?
Really? You have? You poor bastard. My biggest problem is figuring out what to write on my blog.
I started out writing nice, long-ish personal pieces in this space. Recently, I gave the ol’ college try at publishing News of The Hour – three to five posts a day on current event topics that caught my fancy. It was an attempt to break out of a creative rut, get the juices flowing again. I didn’t want my online writing to become the same ol’ bloggy bullshit, a litany of petty grievances and amusing neuroses.
And it was great. Except that it sucked.
I don’t mean the content sucked. Well, some of it did. (They can’t all be pearls, people.) What sucked was sitting hunched over a computer several extra hours a day, churning out posts about the same shit that everyone else was talking about. What sucked was using my network of online friends – some of whom, in my more deluded moments, I think of as real, living people – as pawns in my quest for online self-promotion. I was tense, stressed, and grouchy. My shoulders ached; my eyes throbbed. Most of my important offline pursuits – drawing/painting, biking, eating well, going out – fell by the wayside.
Returning to that grind reminded me why I had abandoned it in the first place.
There’s no point to being online if I’m not a compelling person offline. We all need time to mold ourselves into interesting people who can bring something unique to the table. I love to write. But I want what I write to be both entertaining and meaningful – to bring a perspective to the world that challenges, confuses, that makes people think. The Internet has enough junk information flooding its pipes on a daily basis; it doesn’t need another trickle of inanity.
Which is all to say that, if I’m silent for the next few days, chillax. I’m not going anywhere. I’m just giving some thought to which colors I want to splash on this infinite scrolling canvas.

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Writer and father of four in Seattle, WA. It is my dream to be a professional smartass. Until then, I'm working pro bono.



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