Monday, 15 June 2009
Like a recalcitrant child, this thing has started to develop a mind of its own. Which is something of a relief as the one which sits in the cranium of this particular Doctor Fronk-en-steen has more or less seized up entirely. In a little over a week, I will be celebrating (if that's the right word) two goddam years of spouting this drivel. It has been real, even if it's been cyber.
Two years of pissing in the wind (what follows and indeed precedes these words is strictly tongue in cheek, btw. Just in case anyone was thinking that I am a sad ungrateful twat or something) with few signs of any human connection and less than 10,000 hits in total.
But am I bitter? Am I fuck! The good outweighs the bad, as we all have to admit lest we stare into the bottomless pit of our inevitable mortality, and it has been great to interact with at least some fellow travellers (you know who you are) and to have a laugh or two.
So here's a test.
Not that I'm insecure. Not that I look at my slowly elongating features and rapidly emerging aural hair in the mirror. Not that I feel permanently terrified of failure and ending up sleeping on a park bench or anything like that. Just... I guess I would like some affirmation in these dangerous times is all.
If anyone names a subject for me to write about before next Wednesday (the 24th of June) I will do my best to provide. I can't promise loaves and fishes or rose gardens, but I will try.
Now, I refuse to go to bed or eat my greens. So there!