Oh here’s a meta-moment for you. I’m thinking about blogs: I’m writing my thoughts about this on my blog. In doing so, I’m creating a new category called ‘Truth Diary’. That’s sort of in opposition to my ‘Liar’s Digest’ and while I think I’ll be waxing philosophic here, it’s not quite ‘Newman Logic’ because this will reveal truths about an individual rather than muse about Life, The Universe and Everything. And by the way if you have a fundamental truth about yourself you want to reveal in blog form contact me.
I remember back when the blogosphere was the next big thing. Back before the Huffington Post, Perez Hilton and Stuff White People Like they talked about this revolution: people would be sharing themselves with the world, their lives would be broadcast and then scrutinized and the most popular blogs would be the most honest ones. That didn’t seem to happen.
I’ve come to a conclusion (for now) as to how I wish my gravestone to look. As always, the song that should be played for my funeral is “The Beautiful People” by Marilyn Manson.
Since I’ve restarted my blog, I’ve found myself reading more blogs and when I think about it, circa 2005 when I had my previous blog, I was also reading more of them. I don’t know exactly why this is but I suspect it has something to do with wanting to see what other people are sharing when you are sharing.
Recently, I’ve come across an interesting, seemingly connected thought process across several blogs, and I’ve been intrigued. It started with a friend’s blog: he’s been having something he’s referred to as March Madness (which has now bled into April as it seems that he knows many more people who are interested in bogging than I do) in which he has people he respects post entries on subjects they care about in his ’10 Things I’ve Learned’ format. The one I linked to started the ball rolling for me when I followed the guest poster to her blog. She had some interesting entries dealing with internet dating.
Jimmy here: sorry I didn’t return your text/email/call/tit flash in the club, but I was busy getting laid i.e. winning. I might get back to you later, if I need a booty call when my girlfriend’s out of town. She’s a model, so she goes out of town a lot which means that you might be winning sometime soon. Keep in mind though, that I have an epic contact list. Don’t worry, it’s not organized alphabetically, it’s ordered by the magnitude of what I imagine you can do with your lips.
Of course, making out with your girl friend can only help your case. But don’t think it settles matters: there’s all kinds of trampy ways for hot girls to get my attention. And really, that’s what I’m all about, getting attention: if you give me the right amount and I’m drunk enough, things will naturally progress from there.