There's something about the internet that you can't escape. It's a black hole of productivity and it does not help that everything revolves around it. Whether you're communicating, shopping, doing homework, gossiping, looking up celebrities, looking up celebrity sex tapes, laughing at celebrity sex tapes, watching people having a lot more sex than you are (what do you get when the multiplier is 40 and you're variable is 0), basically every essential detail revolves around the internet. Bored at work? Get on the internet. Bored at school? Get on the internet. Hell, bored at life? Get a Second Life or World of Warcraft account. Forget your RL (geekspeak for real life) friends. That guild is recruiting and has a raid schedule. Congratulations, you just filled your Friday night.
But yes, the blog is a funny thing. People have gotten famous for blogging. Perez Hilton. That Washington chick that slept with a senator. Basically you get my point, mostly because I can't think of any more examples. But really, blogs are there because we as a society, are obsessed with knowing all the information and having it presented with poor photoshop skills or abandoned vintage sayings from the 80s (see any celebrity blog). Hell, when I pull in readers from Xanga, I'm dumbfounded most of the time, asking why people care so much. Although I know better, I was edgier in the past. I've challenged my friend's significant others to fights before (okay, only one). I've made fun of people by writing descriptions of their thought processes while showing a picture of them making out (okay, same person. Man, I wonder she thought I was a jerk...). Obviously in today's climate of jobs searching out facebooks and myspaces for any incriminating material on their employees, people are more inclined to walk on eggshells than get fired. Hell, Apple tells you not to blog or Steve Jobs is going rip his turtleneck and turn green like the Hulk and have a temper tantrum...supposedly he's prone to temper tantrums and is a control freak.
Here's my point, or really, the whole point on why you're reading this. Out of the hundreds of entries I have ever written, there's a .0046 percent change you thought one of them was funny or thought-provoking or just so painstakingly awkward and embarassing that you had to find out if I would do it again. (Calling a flirting girl stupid inadvertently would be one.) Now, I'm not saying my life is a train-wreck like any blonde pop singer that got their fame by being associated with Disney, but it does get interesting at times. However, I have outgrown Xanga. I'm just sick of it. I wrote it because I wanted to get over a girl. Not really that, but to occupy myself with something in order to get over said girl. That and I'm a massive attention whore. That was March 30th, 2003. Things have changed over the last five years. My mom has a hole in her head (she's fine, I just like saying that because it's actually true), I'm less than a year from my undergraduate degree (I'm aware that Hicks is graduating from medical school 5 months after I do), I had a girlfriend (one I was admittedly a complete dick to but in my defense, she regurgiated crazy like a four year old on the Tilt-A-Whirl), I have a better, more awesome girlfriend now (not so crazy but obviously more wonderful), my dad is almost retired, etc. I have friends getting pregnant or married now. I'm not 20 years old anymore. I can't reference the word "quarter-life crisis". It's just tacky at this point. I'm not here to whine, woe is me, the winter of my discontent, blah blah blah bob loblaw.
There's one good thing about this though. I have not written anything worthwhile since, well, I started dating Megan. I usually write about things that piss me off or any weird sarcastic reference to the world we live in today. Obviously being in the situation I'm in, I don't have much to complain about. But I still observe the culture today and not surprisingly, it does not inspire much. So here's what I'm going to do.
- I'm switching blogs!: This is an obvious move. You're reading it now. I like typepad better for the time being. And I'm not restricted by my past posts on Xanga from shadowing me or even karaokerevolution.net. I have a bit more freedom to say whatever I wish without having the worry of pissing off the general public.
- I have a podcast: Well, sort of. I want to start another podcast. More or less, I want to record conversations I have with friends because they are insightful and just funny. I already have a videogame podcast (which the link will be provided at another time) but I think it'd be nice to do something else that had a bigger range.
- I have nothing but time on my hands: I work at a Mattress Store in 10 hour shifts. It's only natural that someone pisses me off there. I'm sitting at a library at Wayne State waiting for my next class. It's only natural that I end up sitting next to two girls complaining about how hard it is to find a guy...that drives a Mercedes and is hot. Seriously, I don't joke about this stuff.
I really hope this works. I do want people to read this (again, attention whore in the hizzy) but I understand if they do not want to. There's a life outside to experience, to get on with. But lucky for me, you have a radiation emitting screen in front of you as you slowly wither away the muscle mass in your body because, quite frankly, the internet has taken the place whatever productivity you were going to do now. But hey, at least I have company.
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