Previous ||| Next
Meatspace Reboot Required
People do this all the time on blogs, they write about why they're not going to write anymore. They drum up a bit of drama and then get the ego-rush when everyone clamors for them to come back and write some more. And invariably they do. With the occasional exception...
I don't doubt that there are several hundred sites that I would enjoy reading on a daily basis. I don't doubt that among the host of people writing about their quandries and their experiences and their foibles there are genuine gems, almost as assuredly as I know there are thousands of authors I should be reading, like Stephen Fry and Will Self.
I wish I had more time to read Big Pink Cookie and Tampa Tantrum, they're bubbly and vivacious, and they have funny partners I enjoy hearing about, Mike and Todd respectively (Todd quits more often than a smoker with alzheimer's). I wish I could be as involving as Michele's Small Victory or as consistently funny as Davezilla. I don't get to hang out with Susan or Bill (who is really called Susan too), or Geeky, or Jimfo at all anymore. Miguel, you're funnier than you give yourself credit for...
There are many other people I've enjoyed talking to, working with, working for, and fooling around with online like Baz (hope you don't mind me linking you), Melly, Jessica, Jill, Philo & Choire (you guys...), Phineas, Caesar (still one of my favorites after two years), kd, Kymberlie, Joe and of course Statia who was kind enough to let me make a fool of her on her own website with a copy of her login. Twice.
...and not forgetting all the Brit Bloggers I recently befriended and hope to stay in touch with, Mike (the fairy godmother of UK blogs), Vaughan, Gert, Zoe, Pete, Karen, Tim (yeah I know you're not British, shut up), Mark, Stuart, Bobzilla, good ol' Mo Morgan...
I always wanted to be a Greg Knauss, or an Andre Torrez or Dean Allan. But then, when I say "always" what I really mean is in recent memory, and only online. I know already I don't have what it takes to be a Josh or a Riley Dog... and besides, I wanted to be an animator long before I ever saw the Internet.
Consider this me pulling a William Gibson, and by that I don't mean I'm taking him home with me tonight, its not that kinda cyberspace. I just couldn't be bothered faking my own death again.
Anna, I owe you a dollar.
May.15.2003