Alone at Last - NOOOOOOO!

There used to be a time when I loved to be alone.  That was a time where I could get somethings done, not have to answer to anybody and, of course, not wear pants.  Being alone was like a deep dark well, damp, quiet, but always comforting.

But all that has changed.  Sometime over the past few years, I've gained access to feelings.  Yes, you heard me.  Actual feelings.  My feelings.  And while I've been in touch with negative feelings for quite sometime, it's the positive ones that cause all the troubles.  Trouble such as, missing my girl when she's gone and, um, well, that's the pretty much the driving force.  I admit, everyone needs time apart, but not to much.  I know I'm ready to admit that.

So, besides masturbation, I found another way to cover for these emotions - by watching Lost.  And after about 60 days of 120 episodes of Lost, I found it be a great distraction.  But now that's done.  I've tried to replace it with Eureka and Psych but neither has the appeal of Lost.  I lined up several movies on Netflix to watch, but it's just not the same.

I could be distracting myself by writing the script for Regis' next podcast, but I'm not. I'd like to say I'm avoiding writing, but, um, well, I'm writing this, so I guess I'm avoiding being alone by updating the blog.  This is almost like talking to other people, but not really (since no one reads this blog - I'm pretty sure about that because I don't tell anyone it's here).

Anyway, I forgot what I really came here to say.  Sorry to disturb you.  Go back to sleep.

Wait... I mean....

Thanks for listening, I’m so sorry you had to read it.

Well, Now I'M Lost

Back in the day, when the Internet was new and we were just realizing that it could be used for more than just porn, I was blogging. Back then that made me unique. I was part of a small collective of people. We weren't even called bloggers, they didn't have a term for us. We were just geeks. I was writing stuff for the web for years before social networks and standard blogging platforms were in use. But now, even as I type this, I realize, writing stuff on the web doesn't make me special, it just makes me normal.

Well that sucks ass, and not in a good way. So what the hell am I supposed to do now?

Recently I turn my attention to 'Lost' the TV series. That took up about 44 minutes times 120 episodes, on average, with extra time to read what the crazy bloggers of the world thought about the show. I did this in less than 60 days. This made me realize that I need to get back to writing. To exercise my creative side.

And that's just what i'm going to do. Slowly. But I'll do it. If I can get back into blogging, I can probably get back to writing that great American novel I'm trying to write.

Thanks for listening, I'm so sorry you had to read it.