I don’t blog enough. Fast enough.
Whimsynogrammarspellcheckmewhoareyouanywwayblog.
I have 9 drafts in WordPress, 19 saved locally. Countless strewn about other folders on my laptop.
WTF. No, it’s not 400,000,000, but what happened to leaner, meaner blogging?
I hate saying “I have a post queued about that…” “I was going to write about that.”
I hate posting 4 days after the topic’s gone cold. I hate self-censoring.
Y’know what? Ugh, impulsive. I need to get rid of the design of this site. It’s wonderful, really Heilemann, but it’s suffocating. I can’t compete with what you’ve created. I just need to blurt out stupid stuff. Your design makes it look all official and true. Dude, nothing I say is true — it’s just conjecture and opinion, rolled together in spices and dough.
I’ve never really completed a theme before. I’ve never really gone so naked in public. But hell, maybe it’ll inspire some kind of necessary creativity. We’ll see. Maybe I’ll break the whole site. Oh well. It’s just words anyway. And code. And blah.
. . .
Ok. Done. There, that’s better. Sigh.
Factory Joe 