A blank entry is the worst thing in the world to look at. There’s a certain fear that goes along with a lot of white space combined with a desire to say something.
But when your deep thoughts are limited to about 2 minutes at time, interupted by the sounds of children playing (or worse yet…dead silence from the same), it become difficult to marshall ones self to make something up that’s coherent, let alone thoughtful, witty, or at least not boring.
Things to write about:
Far too depressing, manipulated, and untrustworthy for the most part. I did see that the two “artists” who, working for Comedy Central, put up the mooninites in Boston are close to a plea bargin. Well, if that’s what they feel they need to do, so be it. Personally, I think it’s the city and the state that should be charged with criminal idiocy. Did you know that 3 weeks or so later, The Boston PD blew up one of their own traffic counters? Who they gonna arrest for that one?Story here.
Not much really. The sad state of music in this country means the most interesting things are that Britney Spears is wigging, and Eddie Van Halen is drunk. Next.
Some of my experimental stuff is getting good reviews, which makes me happy…and then sad, because it’s hard to find time to work on it. (if you are interested, you can find it here:St. Ayre’s Myspace.
Work…lot’s of rants there, but nothing unusual.