Item of Interest Number 'UP, L1, TRIANGLE, RIGHT': The Crabs- Walleye The Lost Album. Proof of its existence.

So, I'm writing in here for no real reason. Nobody reads this anymore. I guess in a way it's liberating in its anonymity and complete obscurity. There was a time once afore when I was something of a minor internet 'presence' if you will. I was well known in a few obscure circles in the earlier days of the net and vaguely 'known about' in broader ellipses. Not so much anymore. I'm not lamenting this change; merely noting it.

I fail to write in any of my various blogs/feeds these days. Partly, I guess, because things are going pretty well for me these days. Who wants to write about that shit? Who wants to read it? Something that canned, that jejune, you can read that anywhere. It's fairly uninspired.

I'm fairly uninspired to write, as it stands. Even with this entry I presently type, I'm not sure what I hope to accomplish.

My birthday approaches like a thief in the night. I'll be 26. It doesn't seem old when you look at it on the computer screen like that, but I am currently well aware of the passage of time, if you will. I've been thinking a lot about my 26 year (or at least the 22 I remember well enough) history. I find myself wondering about old friends, acquaintances, that kid I hung out with once when I had to go to my crazy aunt's house in Tyngsboro/Tewksbury (the one that's near Pinehurst in Billerica, you enter it if you take that one road that goes towards the Shawsheen Tech. Is there a difference, anyway?). TV shows I used to watch. Summer vacations. Things that are gone but aren't quite gone. Things that I don't quite remember but will never really forget. A vague feeling. The past is a strange thing and it's odd to dig through it. For all the good people will tell you it does, you're more likely to do more harm. Perhaps you'll get mentally stuck on some embarrassing moment you'd forgotten all about. Perhaps you'll develop some sort of masochistic obsession with the past and trying to hold on or even regress into it. I've some people fuck up themselves and their lives with nothing more than bad memories as a catalyst.

I always assume I'm going to write about certain things before I start writing. I usually never get around to those subjects.

I've seen a whole lot of movies recently both in theaters and out. Not in any order, The Hang Over; Public Enemies; Harry Potter Part 6; Visioneers; I Love You Man; Role Models; Land of The Lost and more. Not sure what's so noteworthy. The mediocrity of most movies these days is noteworthy. Not saying all or any of those movies are mediocre. Not saying they aren't, either.

I hope things pick up with this whole band sitch. It's painful in many ways. I don't think we suck. You should check us out:

http://www.myspace.com/sandthed

I'd go through the trouble of HTMing that but you're not reading this in the first place and even if, for arguments sake, you are, you wouldn't click on the link anyway. You could be reading this fifty years in the future, and that link would be irrelevant. I'm probably dead, if you are reading this fifty years in the future. Dead or invalid. Oh the glory of life.  ¶ 2:17 AM 0 comments