If they try to own my data, or integrate it with any other Yahoo service, I will leave. Also if there is any attempt to censor others, or if the cat pictures stop
Yahoo to acquire Tumblr in $1.1 billion cash deal
— Jayne (via whedonesque)
Buying the RED graphic novel is scientifically proven to make you more attractive to any and all mammals. And some fish.
It’s time I came back here and said hello, as it’s been a few weeks since I sat down posted anything here. Sitting here on looking around the net while listening to Michael Jackson’s “History” album. Being a long time since I last listened to it, liking it more than I ever did before. Not that I claiming it’s the best of Jackson’s albums. Maybe it’s nostalgia of where I was when I bought the album.
Whatever the reason is, I found myself with the need to come and post a blog while I have a time to spare. Prove that I didn’t create this page for the quick satisfaction of posting a blog or two and then giving up, in the presumption that so little would be what the reader needed. But as I sit here writing this, I realise that I have so little to offer you in the grand scale of life. But mildly satisfied that five minutes writing whatever this is. So… now onto enjoying the rest of the weekend and whatever it will bring.
This has been a great week for getting stories written. At least in the fact that stories just flowing out. No sitting at the computer trying to find a where characters were supposed to be or the language of who they were. Everything just flowed out onto the page. In fact the problem was stopping while still feeling there was something to offer. Knowing of the situation of getting to the point where the writer is no longer interested in what is placed on the page, then the story suffers and the reader/watcher sees the story go downhill and looses interest.
But this is the simplest of thought of any of those who choose to write. Placing this blog in the category of pointless ramblings. So here we are waiting for matters of substance to be evoked. With no such luck, as the mind has switched off. But the brain refuses to let go of the waking moment. So here you are (if you are still reading at this point) suffering this semi conscious… long-winded contemplation of whether or not I should give up and go to bed. At which point, late night Sunday, I’ll leave you to enjoy the last part of your weekend.
There are times when you look around at what you’ve got and wonder why the hell you’ve held onto certain things… and for so long. Realizing it’s time to move on and rid yourself of the meaningless, pointless crap which has accumulated over the years. Some of which I have no idea why I or anybody else could ever have thought was a good idea.
But then again this is not all about the physical objects, but the demons which have gathered and insist on squatting in the back of any human mind which allows them space to roam. And as we all know, these bastards are nocturnal and will party till the early hours.
But of course I say all of this while I sit at my computer late at night, wondering where it is I’m actually going with this. If I should actually post this or write and get it out of my system before deleting and moving on. Does sharing truly accomplish anything or is it a situation created for those proclaiming to be there, to offer the advice of one size fits all. Which is very rarely does. But we offer the bare bones empathy in the hope we can move on without incident or truly giving a damn… unless about ourselves.
Sitting here late on a January night, it suddenly came to me that I should actually come and say hey and give a damn about why I’m here on this site. For some of you I may have mentioned that I post on Tumblr and Wordpress. Both places which I like to sign onto when I come onto the net.
There are four people (who are known to many millions around the world) whose blogs I follow with pleasure. Jim Kerr, Wil Wheaton, Patrick Rothfuss & Warren Ellis. Two of these men (WW & PR) who in a hangout on YouTube chatted with each other about the reasons for why they write their blogs. I realized why it is I enjoy being here writing about the subjects I find myself writing about. Sometimes wondering why I talk of certain subjects and why I feel the need to unload any of this onto you the reader. I realize that we all (those who follow bloggers) wish to share in each other’s lives in the only way we can. When many of those we choose to read, are so far away.
Stumbling through the thoughts and ideas of why we connect with those we do, I’m grateful for those people I’ve found myself being able to call friends. Most of which I’m sure I’ve never actually told how much I appreciate them being there.