Aside from being half of a substitute for our dearly departed PowerBloggers, Splith also features internet original songwriting, done DIY! I knew there was some more of us out there somewhere…
by krisis
So, being the smooth operator that i am, i just attempted to fling my balled up socks through our hallway and into my laundry basket in the bedroom. The actual chances of hitting the basket were rather slim, but i should’ve been able to at least get them past the threshold of the bedroom. But, did that happen? No. Instead, the socks veered to the right, ricocheted off of the wooden molding on my bathroom door, bonked my medicine cabinet mirror hard enough to rattle it, and then disappeared from sight. But, we all know where they wound up, right? I think we do. Because, i’m much more of a dumbass than i am a smooth operator.
The funny part? Bookmakers in vegas would probably lay 100 to 1 odds i could never get my socks into the toilet (a perpendicular angle from the bathroom door) on an intentional throw. You see, all of my fuckups are spectacularly fucked up. Life is wonderful.
SavvyMel: I’m very unproud to say that in my 15 and nearly a quarter years of my pathetic life here on earth…I’ve done jack shit…
krisis: Ha!
krisis: Well, i’ve got four years on you, and i’ve just been fucking around on my guitar.
SavvyMel: Yeah, but, you’re actually recording and doing stuff and going somewhere, I think that’s like… fucking around on the guitar squared.
Yes, folks, this is Fucking Around Squared. Like on that theme-park commercial (don’t even get me started on when they say “3-D Squared” … idiots).
I’ve been spending way too much time on other people’s couches lately. Something about sitting on a couch past 3am somewhere other than my own apartment creates this field of ultra-gravity that’s inescapable. I’ve couched it twice in four nights, and on the alternate night i wound up sitting on one for at least three hours quietly reading a magazine before i finally got up to leave. Last night my couching was justified, though, seeing as it was nearly 3am and i was standing in the middle of West Philly with a guitar strapped to my back. I swear… the muggers were circling me like vultures at one point. I’m usually pretty brazen about walking the streets at night, but sometimes you’ve just got to turn tail and flee to the nearest couch. Mmm… couch.
I meant to mention this weekend: the sudden departure of RiotHero is not only jarring (after all, he is a blogging icon) (he’s mentioned in the instructions on how to set up blogger, for godsakes), but it’s also sort of sad. I honestly haven’t read him for a few months now, but i still check in from time to time and was shocked to see his departure message on Friday. I spoke with Mark briefly over the weekend and he didn’t sound mad or distraught or anything. I suppose he just ran out of things to say in the manner he was saying them. Anyhow, despite issues i may have had with him in the past, Mark is always going to be a part of the history of blogger, and i wish him well in his further endeavors.