Blog Love

My sister got her camera lifted and now says she's quits with the bloggin'. I felt strangely envious when she delivered the news, tho I've been less impressed recently, as that was two weeks ago and she's failed completely on the follow-through (& not for lack of effort.)

Pillage her sight at once! This offer apparently won't last!

Also, try to talk her out of it, if you don't mind. It could work. It seems like it probably won't, but it could. It could, yet she may already have made up her mind. What I'm saying is, it might be impossible, but Try it@!

Last night I talked about her blog and mine in the past tense for upwards of twenty minutes, all the while thinking: If there's one thing I do know how to do, it's destroy this thing. I know, because I've done it. Accidentally, of course, but I still remember how. In fact, thinking about just how easy it is gives me pause for thought. Invisible Horizon was just about my favourite thing on the net -- [I fucking hate it that my computer pyuts a red line under the word "favourite" - I have no problem with it under "pyuts" but grow a Canada already, TextEdit!]-- and yet I didn't bat an eyelash when she declared her intentions because... well... I just so get that impulse. Comments on this "my IQ" thread are enough to do me in, so I can't fathom how having my brand new instrument-of-creativity teefed would feel.

Mainly, when I think about following in sis's footsteps, I think: Come now, you won't always blow. "I came, I sucked, I left" is superior as a farewell-title, but surely there'll come times when the drivel feels like pouring again. Even if these times are so few and far between that writing here becomes the equivalent of talking to my own shoe, at least then I'll be in a position to vent, which can make things a bit better. October's coming soon, so I'll be inside more. Self-deprecation will become more acutely worthy of aversion. That nagging sense I've left something like a review of Cast Away sitting atop my page for two months will surely get me off my ass eventually.

So, beans, you'll have a camera again, no doubt, and when you do, you might as well share, as it's fun for all. And in the meantime, recognize the irony in an invisible horizon that won't disappear. Consider that maybe the Goddesses of Web don't approve of your fatalism. Maybe they have other plans for you. Hey everybody-- See how much I love my kid sister even though she woke me up last night and I couldn't get back to sleep until two in the morning and I had to work at 7 and all she talked about (that I can recall) was Justin Timberlake?

Which brings me to my point:

Fuck damn the Annex assholes who walked off with her hard-earned camera to take pictures of their ugly friends! Your greed is more destructive than you dreamed, and bad things - on a George W. Bush-type level - are headed your way.

It's a threat. It only sounds futile.

Posted by ÿ at September 02, 2003 11:02 PM