flirting with treading water
he’s alive. again. no, again again. oh i’ve lost count.
so it’s once again been awhile since i’ve come back and posted something here. i don’t know whether or not i’m going to once again follow through on once again regularly producing pseudo-content for this steaming pile of calamity and random cerebral misfires. as always, we shall see.
“we shall see” is something i often say when i don’t feel like committing to something, and have a tiny chance of ever consistently following through. do you wanna go do something? we shall see. can you do all my work for me? we shall see. do you want to really put together that debacle of a project? we shall see.
i almost feel like i should apologize for the consistently downbeat feeling behind this little site. but then i realize that i’m very much a downbeat person with low expectations regarding things like luck, human behavior, politics, sports teams i adore, and events in general. i suppose it is because i’m too lazy to stick my neck out and risk being hurt. perhaps that makes me a coward. i think it unfortunately makes me a realist. but it also fortunately makes me a survivor. that’s where you add that stupid destiny’s child song reference. cliche stuff is yummy.
fuck, i love The Catherine Wheel. just thought i’d throw that out there.
a friend has decided to Old Yeller something that we’ve worked on in the past. my feelings towards this decision are 100% in support. he was bankrolling it anyway. it was a good run, though. i think some of the stuff we wrote was pretty damn good. well, correction, the stuff everyone except me wrote was pretty damn good. my stuff was hit or miss. oh well. anyway, he’s gone on to greener pastures with a very nice-looking site which already has some great stuff on it. check it out. steve guttenberg demands it.
fuck, i love Broken Social Scene too.
things are… things. to say it hasn’t been tumultuous with all the things going on in and outside of my head would be to lie worse than a lying liar. and that’s bad. i don’t feel like discussing it, because brooding is so “in” these days.
fuck, i love… i don’t know anymore.
but verse, chorus, verse, chorus is still the way to go.
