grumpyOn the Ground at Blog Zero
January 29th 2008 12:38
Yes, I am breaking the most obvious law of blogging by once again writing later at night, but after spending some time listening around the amateur bands, checking the mail, checking the internet list I own, I finally came here to see if there was anything to read. Pleas note my reaction:
Yes, two lines of silence. Other than screaming in frustration, it is the only other option I have.
So, instead, I thought I would write a post. But what to do…? Aye, there’s the rub.
Should I, I wondered, ignore the laws of copyright and blatantly rip off something from the papers or the internet that someone else had already done all the work on? Nah, that would be too easy.
Should I wax both lyrical and polemic and take on some of the more ridiculous points of view sprouted by the self righteous wankers who think they have God’s ear on both religion and politics? Nah, not interested.
Should I flip through my wife’s Woman’s Day and New Idea, garnering untold amounts of inspiration from the empty prose which floats down from the woolly clouds of touchy feely land to garland such time honored subjects as cooking, parenting or how to make your boyfriend believe you’re not going to turn into a whining bitch the minute you marry him? Nah, having once been a restaurant owner who neither wants nor needs to be told how to bring up his children and who finally got rid of Cinderella before he either killed her or himself, I have too much angst. It would spoil my evening.
Should I use my blog as an advertisement perhaps? Write some blurb for a back pocket friend and get kudos, even money, for adding their url to my oh so obvious plug? Nah, I wouldn’t do that.
Maybe I could write about computers, or electronics or hi-fi or recording or video? It was my business for forty years, after all. I could tell you all what utter crap some of the stuff is that you think is “top of the range”. Like Bose speakers. Bwahahahaha!
Nah, my brain would freeze over just thinking about it.
So… what to do? Like Hamlet, I am in a quandary. They say the word is mightier than the sword. Personally I think the word used as a sword is mightier still. Provided you know how to thrust and parry. My preferred weapon however is a Winchester Pump, which - after writing this as a sort of prolegomenon to its first odd angry shot – now rests, unloaded and serene, in its cabinet of literary magnificence.
Ah, catharsis! Amen.
Yes, two lines of silence. Other than screaming in frustration, it is the only other option I have.
So, instead, I thought I would write a post. But what to do…? Aye, there’s the rub.
Should I, I wondered, ignore the laws of copyright and blatantly rip off something from the papers or the internet that someone else had already done all the work on? Nah, that would be too easy.
Should I flip through my wife’s Woman’s Day and New Idea, garnering untold amounts of inspiration from the empty prose which floats down from the woolly clouds of touchy feely land to garland such time honored subjects as cooking, parenting or how to make your boyfriend believe you’re not going to turn into a whining bitch the minute you marry him? Nah, having once been a restaurant owner who neither wants nor needs to be told how to bring up his children and who finally got rid of Cinderella before he either killed her or himself, I have too much angst. It would spoil my evening.
Should I use my blog as an advertisement perhaps? Write some blurb for a back pocket friend and get kudos, even money, for adding their url to my oh so obvious plug? Nah, I wouldn’t do that.
Maybe I could write about computers, or electronics or hi-fi or recording or video? It was my business for forty years, after all. I could tell you all what utter crap some of the stuff is that you think is “top of the range”. Like Bose speakers. Bwahahahaha!
So… what to do? Like Hamlet, I am in a quandary. They say the word is mightier than the sword. Personally I think the word used as a sword is mightier still. Provided you know how to thrust and parry. My preferred weapon however is a Winchester Pump, which - after writing this as a sort of prolegomenon to its first odd angry shot – now rests, unloaded and serene, in its cabinet of literary magnificence.
Ah, catharsis! Amen.
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I went through my nihilist period when quite young. Then, like Arthur Dent, I tried spending five years mad, but it didn't help a lot. It was then that I thought I might try being the only sane man in the world. Something new, something different, I thought - only to discover to my dismay that I had always been the only sane man in the world.
Futility? Many things humans do are futile. The difference is knowing that it is even while your doing it. Ah, the exquisite existential angst! The pain of the true Outsider. Colin WIlson, eat your heart out!
Comment by Sylvie
I never tried the madness schtick, but I've done very well with nihilism. Sanity isn't necessarily a healthy stance in a crazy world.