I don't know who Atus is, but time to welcome him. Hi, Atus!
There's a few good reasons and perhaps the easiest to understand is that I am moving and my life is bound to be in total disarray for a while. The second is that I was thinking about the Smashing Pumpkins, which I used to quite enjoy in high school. I remember watching their last network TV performance before (first) break-up, perhaps on Leno or Letterman. After a typically perfunctory show, they were presented with action figures of themselves as a goodbye gift, and Billy Corgan, looking at his plastic miniature rocking self, quietly said: "He looks like he's having a lot more fun than I am."
Well, yeah. If there was an action figure of me blogging away excitedly, I might have to look at it and say: "He looks like he's having more fun than I am." I need to re-charge.
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Booooo/do what you gotta do, man.
Re: Ian
*sigh* It's gonna be weird and sad for me. As you can tell my energies have waned a lot and the blog is just not as funny or interesting now as I used to think it was. (That might have been my delusion.) I'm just feeling more and more like it's a lot of lonely hard work no one cares about; I am not as fast a writer as it appears. Even stupid two paragraph reviews easily take me between two and two and a half hours to write, what with research and editing. (There's research? Editing? Yup, most of it you never see. Take that last random insignificant Jamie Delano review. I actually read up on Delano's biography and bibliography. Can you tell from the review? No, because all it says is "this was cool." See, I would loooove to have written an article about dystopias, about the MEANING of dystopias, about their reflection in societies, about how Delano and Warren Ellis and Alan Moore and Garth Ennis and Neil Gaiman and their British likes write about America in a way that creates a more pure but also more distorted vision of what Americans really are like. (Purity is a distortion, isn't it? The pure and lonely atom is the rare one, impure and mingled is the norm.)
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But that would have taken me another four or five hours of writing. And I didn't have time. Right now, I just don't have a lot of it, and I can see my writing suffer for it.
I am grateful to my Dear Imaginary Readers. I will come back, at some point, probably in a slightly different format... I'm awful at shutting the fuck up, after all.
The quiet will be deafening.
Come back recharged and eager again.
Now you're stuck with FB and email....
You will be much missed. As you know, I have recently defected as well. It will be interesting to see what comes of all of this. I know you will do great things, my friend!
Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh... I'll probably just go officially nutso with repressed opinions. I'll stop strangers on the street to tell them what I REALLy thought about some movie from 1982 that no one remembers.
But I need Hallucina's take on this article:
http://lhote.blogspot.com/2011/10/resentment-machine.html
Re: Mr. Freer
The next to last paragraph there says it all.
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