Immortaches...

Without being too too blunt, I feel like a complete dumbass. I waste time like I've got a bottomless satchel of it on my hip. What exactly have I accomplished in this life? People say I need more ties to this world, but I feel like this is the only way to see the truth. When another's world touches mine, even if only for an instant, I get off track, off the pace. I'm moving this week, to a spectacularly ordinary apartment in a rathole of a neighborhood. But I was actually this close (holds fingers very close together) to just packing my shit and skedaddling. How strange is that, that I could just leave in a day without a second thought about it?

So what's the secret? Guess I've got to put the ol skull to the grindstone to find out (not my skull, just one I... uh... found the other day. That's it, found. )

Jason }:|

P.S. Immortality must be sweet for the investment portfolio...

Profundology...

Crikey! Its been so long that my fingers are crackling with rust spots breaking up. I knew there was something that was suffering besides my sleep patterns that was suffering because of my Extreme Working regimen. :)

In my travels around the net the last few days, I've taken a hard look at blogs. And I've got to say that in the hundreds (twenty maybe?) of blogs I looked at, there was a disturbing pattern emerging. The blogs seem to be dividing themselves into two distinct and opposite camps.
The first camp is what I like to call the Activity Log camp. These are based almost wholly around what's been done that day, who it was done with (or to }:Þ), and all the observations surrounding these events. There's usually no delving into feelings or motivations, except the re-recitation of the public lies people carry so close to their heart.
The second camp is what I like to call the All Analysis camp. Many of these blogs take obfuscation to the level of an actual art form. Some through artspeak and cogitation, and others through bizarre, twisted logic (such as the person I read who uses posts to dismantle every event in her relationship looking for hidden clues as to how its going).

So now I guess I have a decision to make. Do I join the ranks of one of these camps? Do I want to share the details of my bathroom regimen or talk about the noises my car makes? Do I want to wax philosophical on the societal impact of romance novels, or analyze movies for Satan's hidden influence on Hollywood? All of these are real blogs by the way.

Grrr... I can't decide. But I can't just do it my own way, right? Once these camps arm up and go to war, its us little folks in the middle who'll get squashed first. So I have to decide on Boring Banality or Perplexing Profundity.... Hmmm...

Jason }:)

P.S. -- insert something witty -- My fingers hurt too much now to do it...