Read a bunch of stuff yesterday ranting about "good" and "bad" blog design. To be honest, I really didn't see much difference among the examples. No taste. That's me. The reason why I don't survive long in groups. I can never really see what so many people are on about.
Woke up in the middle of the night trying to write a sentence. It wasn't a good one, and nothing I could do could save it. It went something like this: "If a tree falls in the forest and smashes your brains out, do you hear the sound?"
The teacher is urging me to submit a revision of Talk Talk to the school's journal. This happens from time to time, but I seldom do. I tend to think of these things that I "make" as gifts of a sort, and I'm careful who I give them to. Most people don't get me. I'm quite harmless actually; I'm not a writer or an artist really, I just play one on monitors across the globe. I hate the pretensions, the lies, the complacent nods as if people could figure out who I am, when I have difficulty with that most of the time myself. Firm convictions and curiosity, I suppose that sums it up.
And an irrepressible need to blather on.
