Apostrophic Chunder

At the illest truck stop in the tri-state area, where my lil' bro slings the grits. Waiting on the blue plate special, counting my chickens before they hatch. Excited about the prospects: spring surfing, deep sea fishing bachelor party, rejoining the street session on the old scoot skate... Burgers down and I am historical.

Having threatened over and over to dismantle this me me me blog, I have figured out where it's going. I will pretty soon move the blog under graphinomicon and change the format to artistic self promotion, what I'm working on, and eventually commercial projects if any such ever materialize. There will be no more of these circular rants or poetic churnings. Meh.

I think that my list of facebook friends is getting a little bit out of control. There are people I can't really remember from high school, and there are people from every era that I was acquainted with but not especially fond of. I'm quietly removing some folks that I don't really think of as friends, but I'm keeping some people who I wanted to know better but never did have the yarbles to cozy up to... It's not much like the list of invites for my wedding. I am not really inviting any of my friends or any extended family. I don't want to go through that list the way I am my facebook contacts and say "you, you, not you, you're cool, F you..." I just want to marry Kelly so that we can continue on our merry way down the path of a near-perfect life with our rose tinted glasses on. Today I almost just scrapped the whole facebook thing altogether because it seems like a huge waste of time and effort just... looking... at... it. I know I'm not the only one feeling this way. As mentioned previously, I have this sick envy for people who have no need for computers and networks of computers: reading a real newspaper, talking to people face to face. I feel compelled to say again that this does not bode well for the blog. Pretty soon my 3.5 readers will need to find something else to do for 5 minutes every couple of weeks. Thanks for helping me with this blog. Good talk, good talk. They're probably just idle threats. Always some reason to keep you plugged in... now get shut up and get in the trunk.

I hate you, blog.