Wasted youth

Far OUT it's 4am! This is what comes of being indolent all day ... I just amn't tired! It's not all lost time though, I have found some fabulous apparel to bid for on ebay, I will post if I win anything good ... but since I am a very cheap bidder it's not too likely.

Tomorrow I shall go into the city and buy records, make pictures and do yoga maybe. All my art project ideas get the mental kybosh before I even start ... that way I don't have to start. Clever, huh? As a short-term strategy I mean.

Shelves ahoy!

OK, I take it all (the unposted post) back! Now we have brand new shelving (at least someone has been productive today) and can now spend our saturday night arranging books! Taking them out of boxes! Saying hello to old friends and meeting new ones! Maybe I should make it into a wine-drinking pizza-eating records-playing book arranging hula luau party. I think yes. There's gotta be someone around up for that other than me ... I think it could be very NICE.

Not posting post

Just letting you know that I'm not posting that post that I just wrote because I don't want anyone to feel compelled to shoot themselves in the head just to get away from the godforsaken banality contained within.

It's a public service I'm providing here. Not boring anyone to death.

Try harder you say? Not me! O-ho no!

Favourite blogs to read

I am going to link my favourite blogs to read in an effort to win friends and raise the bar just a little bit above complete tidal wave of consciousness.

But all that technical stuff is so tedious ... really this is a teaser.

Whose blogs will be listed? Will it be yours? Will it be theirs? Will there be more than two?

... I fear not.

So, one day, I am going to do this.

Yay for everything.

Superficiality of art world shock

Guess what? The art world is all about surface; I don't think it's a very emotionally healthy environment.

And you know what else?? I think sincerity has totally gone out of fashion. No-one cares for earnestness any more. It's hard work to be superficially entertaining and witty on a surface level, like, all the time. Don't people get tired? I can't do that. It aint one of my special skills. But what are one's choices when candour is such old hat?

Eh?

I'm all for amusement, but not at the price of what I really think. I'd like what I really think to be the source of amusement.

... do you think this is the second beer talking? I always ask questions of my blog, as though it can answer me. 'What ho, ether? (ether?)'++

++ the second 'ether' was an echo. Did you get that? Yes, you.

(beat)

*sigh*