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Ch..ch…changes

I still don’t know what I was waiting for
And my time was running wild
A million dead-end streets
Every time I thought I’d got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet
So I turned myself to face me
But I’ve never caught a glimpse
Of how the others must see the faker
I’m much too fast to take that test

I moved to Tumblr because of the perks and have slightly more freedom than WordPress offers. I don’t know if I’ll be releasing the blog link any time. It’s supposed to be kept as a log of the events that are happening while I’m writing and collaborating with a friend. We’ll see.

Just cause

Ol’ Biker once said we should do something. We were sitting at the cubicle in the OSD – I was probably drinking some sort of soda or tea beverage to stay away – and he was sitting across from me attempting to read his books. One thing that should be obvious, when I’m around, very little work gets down, unless I’m working too. Anyway, Ol’ Biker said we should do something – was it tacking stuff on the cubicle wall? – and I replied, “I don’t think we can.”

“Oh, we can,” he said, “we’re just not allowed.”

I looked at him. Ol’ Biker, much like El Senor, has his moments when everything is technical. We wouldn’t be English majors if we weren’t. I shrugged and muttered, “You know what I mean.” He nodded. “I did. But just because we’re not allowed to do something doesn’t mean we can’t do it.”

“And just because we can,” I smiled, “doesn’t mean we should.”

I’ve broken that rule on my blog – I got mighty blog happy. I tried to stop myself, but last year was full of events – love, life, bees, sickness, death, pop culture, politics, bees, assholes, morons, writers, poetry readings, stalkers, lovers, bees, to name a few – that my blog became a vent place and a place where every funny little thing, interesting thing, dumbass thing got posted up here. And why did I do this? Because I could! I had a world opened to me through the internet that I just went wild and rampant with ideas that range from heartfelt to complete nonsense.

But at least, as I scroll through the past, I realized, just because I could didn’t mean I should’ve written about so many inane things. But if you don’t believe me, then perhaps you should believe a more professional writer:

Once-a-week blog entries turned into every 11-or-12-day blog entries. Coherent posts turned into rambling personal stories revolving around pop culture and my Netflix queue. And I became a little too obsessed with the notion of being able to post 1980s music videos featuring Rick Astley. My clever Kevin-ness wasn’t exactly exploding across the ‘Net as I’d planned. It was imploding on my career.

“So … I read your blog,” my dad said while I was out visiting him in San Diego.

“Yes,” I said. “And?”

He paused. “You’re not drinking during the day, right?”
[Alexander, Kevin. “This Writer’s Life”. Writer’s Digest June 2008: 20-21.]

I wonder if my ranting, ramblings and derailed train of thought has brought me to the point that I’m at now? Maybe. I could fix it, and I probably will attempt to fix it. We’ll see.

Head scratching…

Okay, I don’t know what’s going on with WordPress, or if anyone else is having this problem, but I’m being blocked from updating. Luckily, I know a way around this. I contacted WordPress to see what the dilly-o is but I’m still waiting on a response. I’ll get back to you as soon as the problem is resolved, or some information is giving to me.

[Update:] Problem seems to have resolved itself.

I <3 the new dashboard

Normally I don’t have anything nice to say about the geniuses who man WordPress because I think they’re a bunch tight assed prudes who cry at anything adult related and pray to their nonexistent gods, but they finally pulled something out of their asses that is worth while. So kudos, WordPress team!

In other news, I haven’t been writing here because I’ve been writing several different things and I’ve got sidetracked. Sorry about that. I’ll keep you posted on all my writing projects when I’m done with them.

The Cannabis Chronicles (looking for bloggers)

A while back, El Senor and I were talking about writing and I mentioned how I would love to write on the subject of cannabis without the muck the government has fed us. The writing plan was reverted to notes which was then reverted to nothing at all because I found that my writing was becoming less and less enthusiastic. However, we were spoke, I did mention that I wanted to call these “notes” The Cannabis Chronicles. Because I didn’t want the name to poof, I snagged it on WordPress.

So what’s my point? I invited Reverend Adam Zuniga of the Shemshemet Ministry to partake in the blogging experience and now I’m inviting any well read cannabis user turned blogger to share your thoughts on consumption, religious experiences, medical usage, recipes (personal ones, rather than reprints from cookbooks), etc. Anyone want to partake in this venture? Just say so in a comment. Thank you.

To be young again…

Somethings are just too funny to pass up linking. I found this site on the Dashboard which, now that I thinking about, has been filled with a lot of funny things. 

Wanna know the sad part? Most American men still have this mentality. Me? I’ve never been one to care too much about boobs. And no, that does not make me gay, just strange.

Other Bloggers

Once in a while I sit down on my ass and read blogs because I have nothing better to do and until I get myself a copy of The Satanic Bible, I think my options are clear. So what blogs do I venture into? I dunno. Sometimes I read the ones that link from mine or the ones WordPress (the all knowing entity) think are worthy enough to read because of hits or whatever. But I stumbled over some interesting blogs here, they might just appear on the side lines there. But The Bruce Blog has entertained me for most of this session of ass sitting and reading. But you should give it a chance as well because it’s both insightful and funny.

Now that I’m on the subject of writing, I think I need to start again – writing poems and stories. I started with small projects left alone on my desktop untouched for days, weeks, months, but nothing ever gets finished because I have stopped reading. And rule number one of being a successful writer it to read and be influence and grow ideas and dance in circles until the rain starts to pour down and drown your laziness and blah blah blah away. .

What?! You’re creative writing professor didn’t tell you to do the dancing? Damn. Must’ve been a fluke. But I realized ever since I started my walking and exercise regime, I have been more creative in my thoughts. I penned a lot of ideas after working out. Where did you think I got the idea of writing that small piece on masturbation?

Exercise, my friends. And Woody Allen movies.