The Vagina Monologues

According to some definitions, a blog is –

…a Web site that contains an online personal journal with reflections, comments, and often hyperlinks provided by the writer; also : the contents of such a site…

…an online journal where an individual, group, or corporation presents a record of activities, thoughts, or beliefs…

…a type of online diary that someone makes available to other people on the internet. (A very popular way to communicate one’s personal details without any social interaction.)

Very well then. So I’ve been effectively blogging since around 1995 — spewing crap to an imaginary audience before it became known as blogging. Fine. Whatever. Nobody reads what I have to say anyway, my words are shrouded in obscurity, little more than a fart in a tea cup. Bulletins and nonsensical non-sequiturs have recently been retro-fitted into the blog’s timeline detailing a personal descent into madness. But who cares? Influence = 0.

An open enigma I am, hidden in plain sight, a painted ghost, the wallflower, the stealthy ninja you didn’t notice as your corpse collapses on the floor.

Social Network Bukkake

I like social networks. They’re great news aggregators of people and organisations worth stalking or those who have the rhythm to move and the clout to shake. But which one to focus on, where does one spend time? Where do you invest honesty and sincerity? I’ve gone and done the Facebook thing and find it sorely lacking. Google Plus is cool but devoid of users. Myspace is another ghost town.

As for the blog post’s title? The cunt is me.

I blog. I write. I rant. I vent. I cuss.

Sometimes I make no sense. This is one of those times. I’m between projects. I’m angry and excited. A batch of post-it notes have been dealt with, others await. Discogs awaits. There’s a “labels vs. companies” re-shuffle coming up, and there’s lots of stuff to add and review and update and then get rid of. Too much media. Media overload. Data overload. Lots of stuff to catalogue and archive. Gotta go, if I’m not gone already.

Planet Earth is blue, and there’s nothing I can do.

Images via [unknown].

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