I think i would do very naughty things if i had a webcam. Sure, my life seems rather dull so far on here, but give me a potential audience and i would turn into a porn star in seconds. Really. I’d have to charge an entry fee. It’d be dead sexy.
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Sometimes i think of the title for a song and just need to write “that” song. Writing towards a title is harder than writing from a line or a chord progression, because you have nothing and still need to go in a certain direction. For a long time i wanted to write a song called “As If,” because i felt like it was a great title. When i finally managed to cobble together something that ended its choruses in those words i wasn’t impressed: the song just didn’t live up to the name i had imagined for it.
Earlier this summer i got sunburnt very badly on the bottoms of my arms, and it annoyed me to death. While spending several uncomfortable days waiting for my skin to heal, i thought that i might like to write a song called “Burn.” I never did anything about it, but i suppose the word was floating somewhere in the back of my mind ready to be included in any son in progress.
Last night i wrote “Burn.” The lines started coming to me and i opened up blogger and started to write, figuring it was more trustworthy then my email program, and that it would be on the page today for me to practice. I finished it in under five minutes; it just flowed out like water through a dam. I pressed “post & publish.”
And i’ll never see those words again. Sure, i managed to reconstruct the bare bones of what i was writing, but several turns of phrase were lost forever to the infinite wasteland of the internet. I went through my cache, checking every file written to in the 20 minutes surrounding the disaster, but found nothing.
Impermanence frightens me. Maybe i need to become a more deliberate and organized person, but there’s always that chance that disaster will strike as you hit the save button. And every time it does i lose a piece of my life’s story. Hopefully this one’ll go through.
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i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page, i will not put a counter on this page…
In a disturbing turn of events, in my own special way i conform to points #1, 2, 4-7, 9, 12, & 13 on the previously referenced list
of things i am expected to do while evolving as a blogger. [please take a moment to admire the dead simple but very fun background color change app] And i am adamantly resisting #11, which is “Discovers crack cocaine– er, Sitemeter.” I am already obsessed with reading and analyzing the day to day stats of Shafted, and as much as my narcissistic ass hits this page a counter would not be in any way beneficial. But, i might change my mind tomorrow.
Blogger is obviously a gateway drug. And didn’t i recently say something about stopping to question your own evolution? Obviously delirium is taking over…
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Ultra super major bonus points to Blogger for going down for the count around 6am as i was posting new writing which i didn’t save elsewhere. Don’t you love that feeling of losing 15 minutes of great work, never to be seen again? Oh well, at least i finally went to sleep a few hours afterward…
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I never used to like Ezis, and i’ll be the first to admit it. While he was the darling linkee (and at a point, hostee) of shazbot (a former incarnation of my beloved shafted), his mix of occasional logging and rampant abuse of aolIM to suss out the biggest idiots in the universe simply didn’t entertain me. However, he paid me the ultimate compliment of liking my site even after i dissed his at length. Since then i’ve gotten to like him a bit better, and i even pay tribute to him by posting my more amusing chats here. Today is Ezis‘s site’s 1yr anniversary (counting all incarnations). Give him the gift of hits.