Bloody crapping hell! I need a fucking overhaul!
Is it ennui? Depression? Loneliness?
I don't think it's for lack of wanting to write. Or lack of genius and creativity. I know I'se gots da words. Good god, they're packed tight in my effin cranium. They're screaming to get out but dammit!
No inspiration, perhaps?
Maybe it's just time to close this pop stand down. I've noticed the trend that some of my favorite writers have either ended their online journals or post shit now too.
Disco is gone, which is probably one of the most disheartening things.
Dooce writes less and posts more pictures.
Sundry is still around...thank goodness...with her light hearted approach to insanity known as parenthood. More pictures of JB with chalk penis and zombies, please.
Planetthoughtful exists in a different format and finally he's writing the good shit again; but the craptastic stuff with his friends is well....craptastic.
I miss Kane at Esoteric Bowl and his posts...although sporadic, I could count on them. Now...I must be satisfied with his photography alone, which is mighty fine but I do miss the words!
I still have Paul at No Milk Please. That is my pinoy! Paul, please more NO MILK!
My Google reader is filled mostly with photography sites, which post almost regularly. I am both addicted and covetous.I want a DSLR soooooo bad. I have new additions like Jenn at She Likes Purple and Melissa at Sarcomical. My above loves are there too, and I just wait patiently for their new posts. Sometimes, I wait a long time.
So, maybe that's it. People are getting bored with their sites as well. No inspiration or no one to entertain. Maybe they are censoring and filtering their lives more and have less to say. I don't want to go but I need some thing to kick me in the ass and convince me to stay. Seriously...this isn't the time for lurking. I am asking for advice and suggestions. Anyone?Bueller? Bueller?
Oh, how both disturbing and amusing is that photo at the top? Did you know I found it at a website that discusses Mayan religion? Enemas helped induce spiritual trances. Did not know that. Figured eating or smoking the peyote was enough. But no! Wow. The joyous grin on that chick's face. Again, I can only say wow. Like the next person, I know after any sort of constipation, emotional or um...otherwise, a good explosion to unleash the stuffiness of it all can be nirvana. But that grin? Perhaps those eager archaeologists sweating in the hot mesoamerican sun uncovered a stash of good ol' fashion porn that some ancient Mayan dad was hiding on the top shelf of his closet; but after six months of searching for the mysteries of life and the genesis of an extinct people, those underpaid archaeologists with their jaws agape in embarrassment said, "Fuck it! Mystic sacred rites!"
Lastly, Disco.....please come back!