05 October 2005
Drink: More coffee plz.
Soundtrack: Nothing of Note.
Weapon of Choice: Very not soft knapkins.
Yeah so I feel like shit, mentally and physically. Stuffed up and trying to talk to people on the phone is an adventure of vocab karate usually punctuating sentences with "sniffffff", and beginning on the other side with "Wut?" Fun is had by all. S'posed to drop down to 45 deg. tonight, wow.
If I had a mood, I think my mood would be inconsolable. Or maybe just disappointed.
I don't even know how many people actually READ what I am writing. So are blogs supposed to be some sort of vent? I mean this "blogging" phenomenon has spread like syphilis in a Vegas whorehouse, but what purpose does it actually serve? I, for one, do not just go out and read random folks blogs. My friends are the only people that have this address, and they pretty much know how I feel about gov't, drugs, the internet, tech, and being uberl33t. So why do I waste my time and energy saying things that only I think a bunch of crazies are reading? So I actually went and looked at some random blogs, and some deviant art and found this amazing art blog, and so now I think, "Ok, I know tech and computers pretty damn well, but in art I am about as good as Picassos corpse." We all know he doesn't do very well in art anymore. So further down the disillusionment hole I fall. So why blogging? Why anything like this for that matter? I don't have many important, wonderful things to say, so should I just save it? I don't mean to sound depressive and cliche, but I just wish I had a skill like art to that I could say I was truly good at. I have a few close friends that are amazing at art, but I can see their rebuttal to my claim. They aren't good with computers. I guess thats why fire always seemed like magic to those that didn't know how to make fire. To those friends, I am Bill Gates, and to me, they are Vincent Van Gogh. But to the world, we are just more people doing things that have already been done. Wow. I am going to stop now, before more depressing crap comes out of my mouth.
Where's Dane Cook when I need him. I need a punch in the face.
Soundtrack: Nothing of Note.
Weapon of Choice: Very not soft knapkins.
Yeah so I feel like shit, mentally and physically. Stuffed up and trying to talk to people on the phone is an adventure of vocab karate usually punctuating sentences with "sniffffff", and beginning on the other side with "Wut?" Fun is had by all. S'posed to drop down to 45 deg. tonight, wow.
If I had a mood, I think my mood would be inconsolable. Or maybe just disappointed.
I don't even know how many people actually READ what I am writing. So are blogs supposed to be some sort of vent? I mean this "blogging" phenomenon has spread like syphilis in a Vegas whorehouse, but what purpose does it actually serve? I, for one, do not just go out and read random folks blogs. My friends are the only people that have this address, and they pretty much know how I feel about gov't, drugs, the internet, tech, and being uberl33t. So why do I waste my time and energy saying things that only I think a bunch of crazies are reading? So I actually went and looked at some random blogs, and some deviant art and found this amazing art blog, and so now I think, "Ok, I know tech and computers pretty damn well, but in art I am about as good as Picassos corpse." We all know he doesn't do very well in art anymore. So further down the disillusionment hole I fall. So why blogging? Why anything like this for that matter? I don't have many important, wonderful things to say, so should I just save it? I don't mean to sound depressive and cliche, but I just wish I had a skill like art to that I could say I was truly good at. I have a few close friends that are amazing at art, but I can see their rebuttal to my claim. They aren't good with computers. I guess thats why fire always seemed like magic to those that didn't know how to make fire. To those friends, I am Bill Gates, and to me, they are Vincent Van Gogh. But to the world, we are just more people doing things that have already been done. Wow. I am going to stop now, before more depressing crap comes out of my mouth.
Where's Dane Cook when I need him. I need a punch in the face.
Hi, I really enjoyed your Blog and will definitely be back for more.
Regards
Jamie Hunter
Wow. wtf, I am leaving this first comment to prove a point. I get spam on my blog. What a waste of the internet. Such absolute bullshit.
ahh the ultimate question.... left side of the brain or right? It really does not matter as long as your good at something in life.
But I will change it all, I shall build a super computer and name it art.
Or you could just clean out your desk when no one is looking, mess up your workstation like there was a struggle and carve CROATOAN in the side of your computer and then get the f out. That'll keep'em busy for days. Take a mini vacation
dane cook is fuckin funny..i just downloaded his newest CD..funny shit