grumpyWriting on used toilet paper
December 3rd 2007 11:40
I don't know if I want to do this. Do I want to do this? I don't know.
I write for a living these days you see. But sometimes you just need to do something other than sweat blood over the stuff your publisher wants. I could work on my book. "Book" you say? Yeah, everyone's got a book. But it can wait a little longer. Well... maybe it can't, because I won't be around here long enough to finish it if I don't do something about it. Hell...
The thing is, what's the point? This blog business ain't gunna take you anywhere man. Not me, anyway. And unless you can write like God himself you aren't going to be noticed in the crowd.
(Notice how I capitalised God? Why did I do that? Do not bother answering that. You don't don't know what your talking about.)
Why did I call this site the Grumpy Old Man? Because that's what I am. I spend most of my time at some point on a scale between moderately grumpy and totally pissed off. On rare occasions I appear to be happy. But it's only apparent. Inside I'm still a seething caulron of wrath waiting to explode. You actually believe me don't you? Or not? How can you tell? How do you know I'm not just telling you lies for the sake of filling up pages here.
Well at least it's better than trying to imitate a woman's magazine or wank off over the latest four wheel drive petrol guzzling shopping trolley.
Actually I am being totally honest. The mind numbing stupidity and superficiality of our moronic, consumer driven, media controlled, irresponsible, security seeking, ill educated and totally wanking society completely and utterly shits me.
That's why I try not to live in it any more. Or have, at least, as little to do with it as possible.
Oh dear... I can hear the cries of the vibe police already. That's not positive. No, not positive at all. Perhaps he's just depressed, needs to find Jesus or... here's the best one... needs to "get a life."
Well, here we are. I have written a page of crap and done my bit for the cyber environment - where it seems all the toilet paper is not only recycled, but used over and over again....
I write for a living these days you see. But sometimes you just need to do something other than sweat blood over the stuff your publisher wants. I could work on my book. "Book" you say? Yeah, everyone's got a book. But it can wait a little longer. Well... maybe it can't, because I won't be around here long enough to finish it if I don't do something about it. Hell...
The thing is, what's the point? This blog business ain't gunna take you anywhere man. Not me, anyway. And unless you can write like God himself you aren't going to be noticed in the crowd.
Why did I call this site the Grumpy Old Man? Because that's what I am. I spend most of my time at some point on a scale between moderately grumpy and totally pissed off. On rare occasions I appear to be happy. But it's only apparent. Inside I'm still a seething caulron of wrath waiting to explode. You actually believe me don't you? Or not? How can you tell? How do you know I'm not just telling you lies for the sake of filling up pages here.
Well at least it's better than trying to imitate a woman's magazine or wank off over the latest four wheel drive petrol guzzling shopping trolley.
Actually I am being totally honest. The mind numbing stupidity and superficiality of our moronic, consumer driven, media controlled, irresponsible, security seeking, ill educated and totally wanking society completely and utterly shits me.
That's why I try not to live in it any more. Or have, at least, as little to do with it as possible.
Oh dear... I can hear the cries of the vibe police already. That's not positive. No, not positive at all. Perhaps he's just depressed, needs to find Jesus or... here's the best one... needs to "get a life."
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