I've noticed an inherent flaw in my blogging habits. It is a grand paradox: I get my best blogging inspiration when I'm incredibly busy with cool shit, which is exactly when I don't have the time to write in a fucking blog. Goddamn it.
A new effort must be made, however. While getting wonderfully lit up on leftover booze and pop at a pal's house tonight, I received a request for more entries. So here I am. Half way drunk, and pondering my blogospherical existence. I hope he's happy.
The irony here is that he and I live a minute's walk away, but mutual busy schedules keep us from taking advantage of the proximity. Thus forcing internet correspondence.
And yet, the same over-loaded life keeps me from blogging as well. Oh cruel gods of space, time, and internet. Why do you taunt me so?!
Thanks to said friend for a grand evening of film nerdity and camera-borrowing. You know who you are, and you know we should do that more often.
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Dear blogosphere,
As said friend - posting under the 'anonymous' label so as not to stoke the jealous ire of other, more neglected film school acquaintances - I wholeheartedly agree not only that we need to hang out more but also that your lacksadaisical blogging habits need to rectified. Look to my blog for inspiration - I can spout off for pages about nothing. Not seemingly nothing. I mean nothing at all.
The world needs more of your entries, Chaos Cowboy. SHINE ON, YOU CRAZY DIAMOND!
Signed,
- In need of reading material, Culver City, CA
It's nice to see the Chaos Cowboy rides again. Perhaps just too saddle sore from the Pecos Bill like groin shattering tornado wrangling of surviving in the sprawl. Me? I'm a fucking pirate. A pirates life for me.
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