AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Haha, so what’s the point? I mean, I really wonder a lot about that. Not like, “What’s the point of going on anymore?” I’m past that. It’s more like, “What’s the point of getting so worked up about stuff and things?” Caring is one thing. Being a freakazoid spaz-face is another. Facebook is fucking… More Blitzkrieg Blabber Post
I wanted to post an addendum to my previous post about the American Dream, but I’m not going to. It got wordy and boring. I was running in circles trying to patch up holes that either can’t be patched, or that don’t need to be. I can’t think of every thing that needs to be said, nor… More This Post Will Make You SO Happy (Money Back Guarantee)
My voice. My own fucking voice. Well, who knows? That one fret on that one string of that one guitar effects a certain note, but we wouldn’t say that fret has its own voice. That one key thingy on that one clarinet doesn’t have its own voice. The instrument is the voice. So what frickin… More Frank’s Log III
What the fruitcup is CoolRight? CoolRight is an uncreative compound word I just created to convey the survival-instinct-like urge that motivates you to act with the goal of being cool or right. The reason I’ve linked the two into one concept is I think they really are the same thing. Being “cool” is like being… More CoolRight – The Root of All Evil
Here are a few words on vanity from pages 22-23 of David Foster Wallace’s The Broom of the System – a novel that developed from one of his undergrad theses: “A story, please.” “You want a story.” “Please.” “Did get a rather interesting one today.” “Go for it.” “Depressing, though.” “I want to hear it.” “Concerned a man… More Excerpt from “The Broom of the System,” and Comments on Vanity
So. In my last post about not caring, I got pretty bitchy. I don’t know if it was totally accurate, but can you really be accurate when describing yourself? Every description I make of myself has a limited scope of truth – it’s limited and altered by everything from mood and environment to the audience and… More I Actually Care
So. In my last post about not caring, I got pretty bitchy. I don’t know if it was totally accurate, but can you really be accurate when describing yourself? Every description I make of myself has a limited scope of truth – it’s limited and altered by everything from mood and environment to the audience and… More I Actually Care