On a desktop baby... thanx to Madame Levy for the link. You might want to just cut the volume after the opening anniversary song, since Madge Weinstein gets a little fartological with overflowing toilets and what-not.
Then I got this message from Kombinat!
How do I blog? You seem to be asking about mechanics of blogging? I use Ecto for Mac posting to Kombinat! I am lazy so I don't edit. I don't even check my grammar and spelling. I just vomit language onto a page in real time. Bada Bing. There! Language! Sprayed on the page. - And 5 minutes later I might delete it; or 3 days later I might edit it and sculpt the dried up vomit to make something out of it. Or I will delete it because it was of no use to what I am building. Actually I am building something with this blogging I just don't know what it is. It's like hundreds of possible projects and all just sprayed there, just splattered. I think I actually blog to wake myself up from the 'agreeable somnolence'. I write as if it's not me so when I visit my blog I can read and say "what kind of a stupid ass wrote this shit" and kind of look for clues to wake up from the predictability of life. It works sometimes.But 99% of my time blogging I spend by hanging out on other people's blogs. For every 67 posts RageBoy makes I make one. I can read Mike Golby and Matrullo's stuff all the time. And of course "wood s lot" is a constant archeological dig months back. All of it good. All this blogging with time stamps is really irrelevant. My blogging is all about reading other people's stuff from way back. I just read, surf, listen to music, talk on the phone, that's how I blog.
I actually noticed that I've spent this year splattering lots of comments at WealthBondage using incomprehensible logic and obscure themes, weaving personas, digging for gold of human thought. I have incredible allergic reactions to cliches, to reasonable sentences. I actually developed allergies to descriptive language and fully formed sentences. Thanks to blogging I finally have found out that most people write about the same boring shit. So I try to cut up language into pieces. Hack it. Vomit some verbs. It's incredibly refreshing to find people struggling with birthing new conversations. Not repeating the same old shit but really strugging in saying new sentences inaccessible to them before. Reading blogs is the new blogging for me. I want to read stuff that wakes me up. I want to blog stuff that wakes you up; best yet if it just makes you cry for the lost days of life you will never get back because you sold your life for daily comfort of ordinary vomit of language running in your vains. Shit like that you know.
A bit about the mood; I blog when I fight my own desperation. When I deal with my own cynicism and resignation about life, then I blog, but also when I love life I blog, a paradox. But hen I am full of opinions I don't fucking blog. It's dangerous to blog when I am full of opinions. Only shitty stuff comes out of that. I get fucking cliche attack a 'look at me how fucking original I am just like every body else". It also extends to when read something really really great and I really really want to comment on it and I don't because I am afraid I will fuck it up by posting a stupid comment. Actually most of the time commenting is too much fucking work to tell you the truth. And I blog usually when I am pissed off about being asleep to life, those are those rare moments when I know I am just passing through on this planet and fucking up my life by being reasonable and nice and pleasant and 'have a nice day' and 'would you like fries with that". It happens rarely you know.
Thanks for asking.