Every time I write something that gets a bit of traffic (thank you Jan et al who linked my Grammys review), I always get a bit of follow-up panic. This, I think, must be what it’s like to have a hit record and try to go write another one. For every U2, there’s a Men Without Hats. And there’s a lot more of the latter.
That being said, I always have writer’s anxiety, sitting down to a blank MS Word screen. This fear directly relates to my love of “Adaptation”, which I talk about at greater length here. There may be some bloggers who write for themselves, but I’ve never met one. If you want your thoughts kept to yourself, Barnes and Noble has some lovely diaries; some even have teddy bears on them.
Me, myself, and I---well, we three kings write what we want, but always with an audience in mind. Can I know what you want? Nope. But chances are, if you like one or two of my pieces, you’ll generally come back for more. It’s great to see the same people returning day in and day out, even if I only know them as an ISP.
That being said, without the ability to write a coherent essay (my fingers are still numb from the Grammy write-up), I’ll just go back to my rambling self. If you came for high enlightenment, well, maybe this will help. (Dude, what on earth is he holding? Nevermind, I don't wanna know.) In the meantime, it’s just me.
---My friend EB sent me this link last night. I had only heard rumors about this, whispers of an unnamed shadow rising in the East. Needless to say, I should not have watched it before going to bed. Nightmares all night abounded featuring people with large buttons. Not good times at all. This almost ruined an entire movie franchise just by it's thematic link. Yowsas.
---My life is now complete. A pro wrestling site linked my Grammys article. (Scroll down a bit once there.)
---Yesterday featured the “Mug Initiative” at our office. One of the advantages of being a fundamentally small, entrepreneurial company is that occasionally you can do some really silly things. One co-worker decided that he hated our coffee mug collection and gave $10 to each member of the office to purchase a new mug. The three categories were “Best Overall Mug”, “Most Creative Mug”, and “Mug Most In Need of More Funds”. Oddly enough, Norah Jones swept the awards.
---My favorite part of the Boston.com personal ads are the part where they have the person feel out the blanks in the sentence, “________ is sexy, but ________ is sexier.” (I only read these because they pick one a day to go on the homepage, so don’t get any thoughts.) Normally people say trite stuff, like, “Intelligence is sexy, but humor is sexier.” Please. Booooring. I want some more creative answers. I want to see a girl who says something like,
“Leather chaps are sexy, but making you my bitch is sexier.”
You know, just to spice things up. Or have a non-20something on the homepage. That works for me too. I wanna some someone’s grandmother on there:
“Diapers are sexier, but colostomy bags are sexier.”
Life’s too short to not have these things around.