Another blog, more words. And who cares? Who’s reading this shit?
Well, I said that last time. It was ‘practice’ for my degree course, which involved writing. And I shared the link with some friends, and we all had good times blogging and commenting on each others blogs, because that’s the way the internet was in 2006. And now it’s all about twitter, which I’ve resisted forever because it seemed so utterly self-indulgent, but I caved anyway because it doesn’t matter. It’s all coincidental.
But now my old blog is top of the Google rankings for revealing search terms such as ‘Sandoz acid’ and ‘upbrixle’ and other things I don’t care to mention. It’s embarassing, more than anything. But I have a job now – writing for video games, somehow – and so I don’t have to be coy anymore. I can write for me, and it will be here, and no doubt in 2012 my inane rants about varying levels of solipsistic gibberish will be high on Google too. It’s not because I’m particularly good, it’s just probably because the system is still broken.
So if you’re in the audience this time, understand: This is all for me.
Ho ho! Then why is it public? What a jip. I’m full of shit – but that’s probably why I’m on the internet.
Great news! I find the challenge isn’t the writing itself, but finding something non-tedious to write ABOUT. And here I am, bravely failing at that since 2004!