Yeah, so I did some old-fashioned after-work drinking with Aron after work today, since it was his birthday. Then, I got home and all kinds of went to sleep, which is a great thing to do after some drinking has occurred. Anyway, right, I slept for 2 hours, cause I was all exhausted, but then I made myself wake up under the pretense that I was going to do something. But guess what! It never really materialized. It turned instead into just nothing, and now I don’t remember what happened. I think I polished off the rest of my ice tea from earlier, and then a glass of water. Hm. Another glass of water sounds good. Hold on, let me go make that happen. Alright! It’s a-happening! So, where was I… ah yes! Talking about nothing. Easy enough to jump back into.
You know what I really like about writing a “weblog” is that it lets me get all my weird writing ya-ya’s out in a healthy way. It gives me some weird reason to sit at my computer besides furious email-checking (especially since it’s almost always fruitless). It also helps focus my mind, because I think about things I find in terms of how I could later on write about them in a nifty webloggian type of way.
Oh, the other great fantasy of weblog writing is that someone actually reads it. Like somewhere in the back of your mind, you have this crazy idea of like hundreds of people reading your weblog every day. Like you naturally assume that since you’re hooked on writing it, that everyone else in the universe MUST be completely hooked on reading your every word, no matter how pointless. It’s kind of a nice reassuring fantasy, especially since there’s really no way to disprove it. I mean, for all I know, there really could be hundreds and thousands of people raving about the weblog of “Tim Boucher: Occult Investigator.” Hell, I doubt it, but since I can’t prove its NOT true, who cares.
You know what else is nice about it? It lets me write about all kinds of random shit that if I sent people emails about all this crap, they would just be like “What the hell is this email about? Why are you sending me this, you fucking whack-job?” And then I would realize they were right, and that I was a whack-job, and wouldn’t send them any of the weird cool things I found anymore, even though I really really wanted to show them to people.
Hm. This glass of water is really good, this Postal Service song is really good, the fan feels really good. I’m glad I decided falling asleep was futile and hauled my ass back out of bed and onto the computer.
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