Saturday, May 3, 2008

Blog time. Let's do this.

Oh, to blog. I suppose the definition of a blog is some sort of online diary, a place to compile one's innermost thoughts into an organized compendium of how one's mind works that few people ever get to see. 

That is to say, what the fuck is going on in our heads.

You want to know exactly what's going on in my head right now? Okay, I'll give you a version of my inner dialogue inasmuch as I can put it into writing:

Oh, my lips are *flashes image of Robert Downey Jr.* chapped. Where's my (Ilovehisvoice) chapstick? Oh. Found it. ToK sucked yesterday. God I'm *takeanap* tired. Too late for naps... *image of David Tennant* Oh, Doctor Who rocked tonight. Who's better? Downey or Tennant. Oh, hard one. Downey was HOT in that tux. Tennant was HOT in that tux. Fuck all of you. Bowie still wins. Shaddup, all of you. I need coffee and arguing about hot men isn't helping. 

See? Not all that interesting. Now, I guess I could talk about my day, but my days generally aren't that interesting either. And just to cover all bases you perverted wankers, my nights aren't interesting either. So, the question is then: What do I talk about in these things?

I suppose I could rant endlessly about politics, world issues, video games, and hot men, but I do that on a regular basis. If you want to hear that just come talk to me for ten minutes, and you'll probably hear about all four from me in that period of time.

Well, here's some food for thought: I just noticed that the tab above the box where I am typing is labeled 'Compose'. That is supposed to make us feel that this time we spend recording our lives for posterity - or for our own health, whichever makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside - time well spent. To compose something is to create something, as is with the connotation of the word, of worth. Something useful, not wasteful. The purveyors of this site wish us to feel that whatever we are doing is something meaningful.

Now, if you compare the two, I wonder which paragraph tells you more about who I am? The internal dialogue or the observation? I guess if you are reading this you are interested in me or at least in what I have to say.

I guess I'll end on that note tonight. I dunno if I'll ever do this again though.

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