Damn… July 21, 2006

I used to write some good shit.

Some of it was serious: A well-written previous entry from last November that nobody ever commented on until someone tried to comment spam it so I went back and read it.

Some of it is funny as hell, but really a meta-post because it’s all about blogging. And there’s nothing I hate more than bloggers blogging about blogging. That’s like cleaning ladies talking about cleaning while they’re cleaning. Or writers sitting around, talking about writing with their journals in their hands. It’s slightly annoying. But funny anyway: A post nobody read about my search strings.

Here’s an entry that got a crapton of comments: Drunken political blogging after a few too many, inspired by Pink, of all people. Although, I do adore her. For my own reasons. Although, does anyone else find it slightly ironic that she had that song/video lampooning the skinny, slutty starlets, and she frequently appears in her own videos in slinky, slutty garb?

Here’s a link to a Pink video. I like the song. I may have to go get this album. Or download it. Or something. Who knew? Don’t Let Me Get Me There’s another one, I saw the video for it yesterday morning when I was downtown and couldn’t sleep for the lightning and the thunder and all that, up at 3 a.m. watching fucking MTV, but I can’t find it, don’t know the name of it, yadda yadda, that’ll have to do.
OH. MY. GOD. I just realized I am doing a very blog-whorish thing, and that is to point out some of my older posts in place of actually writing a new post. How fucking pathetic is that? If you weren’t lucky enough, or smart enough, or paying enough attention, to see these posts the first time, why should I send you to them now? Because I’m lazy? Because I have nothing to write about? Because I’m pissed off that writing these damn posts used to come so easy and now it feels like work, and I look back and see how good some of them are and no one read them and oh, blah.

Blah.

Blah.