OK, so the Synthesis finally gave me the bum's rush; not that I didn't expect it, but that in no way diminished the sting of being told to peddle my kippers elsewhere. Who knows what a blog may bring? Even if it's only for the reading pleasure of my three Synthesis readers (Hi Mom!)...
It's just that, god, how many houses can you visit and chitchat at here in Cyberia? We've got errands to do, dishes, floors to vacuum, jobs to go underachieve at. Spouses that pop up in our field of vision from time to time, demanding sex and attention. Children that need to be nagged so they'll have something to complain to their friends about.
In that vein, i'm going to share some Rev. Billy with you. This is powerful stuff.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8rYGdOC2r5w&feature=player_embedded
Go to there. Pretty simple, really.
If I had the patience and time, I'd throw some more of my old Syn pieces up here; but honestly, I'm loath to re-read all of them, cause I hate that. I know that some of them might have been good. It's the ones I phoned in that I don't want to acknowledge. But all of that stuff belongs to yesterday anyway.
I'm going to try writing for the CN&R again, under Christine's excellent guidance. I will doubtless crow about that here (those of you that know me in the reals know that I have zero poker face and am powerless to play that kind of stuff off). But just in terms of continuity with what I began, thanks to Ryan Laine and Jake Sprecher...I think that the weekly deadline has been a huge incentive in my writing; just the idea that you're obligated to produce something every week, regardless of what doo it is, has been almost-equal-parts irritating and inspiring. I should make a commitment to a weekly blog, but self-discipline is not my strong suit.
And thanks to all of you that keep me from succumbing to alcoholism and cynicism...I'll try to return the fave.
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