prozac bottle now half full
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
So the other day I started a freewriterly journaly type thing and it’s really embarrassing for some reason. Not that I’m writing all my little secrets down (because I’m not, because I don’t have any, because secrets are for more interesting people) but because it’s really shining a big ole spotlight on how I don’t write often enough anymore. It also reminded me that I really don’t like to write about myself. Maybe I should start blogging about the interesting things that happen at work. What could go wrong?
But I’m really trying hard to start writing more, so maybe this blog will see a little more action, but I’m not promising, because I’ve made that mistake before. I just mean promising in general is a bad idea, especially when you have a memory like I do. You always forget what you promise, and the people who know you have a bad memory take advantage of it and pretend like you promised stuff that you actually didn’t. So no more promises.
The main reason I want to get this blog going again (or finally) is my longtime dream of dethroning from Google that “musician” whose name I won’t be mentioning but who made famous a song about Lucifer’s trip to the peach state. You know the guy. Rhymes with Smarlie Smaniels. Yeah. That dick is still the top four results when you search for my name in Google. What the hell? Of course, use quotation marks like a good searcher and you get nothing but me me me, but most people, common people, my people don’t search that way, and his people probably aren’t doing much Googling, seeing as it requires electricity.
So if I do nothing else in 2008, at least I semi-publicly called him out on my blog. Oh yeah, Smarlie Smaniels, it’s on.
