You haven’t blogged lately. It’s like when 3000 years ago and the Egyptian Gods were silent, warning us of an impending invasion of locusts….
The sun is setting in the West (Death) and we mortals sit, huddled along the Nile. The reeds are growing limp.
What’s going on? We implore an explanation. Is there anything we can do to help the Sun rise in the morning, Billy-Ho-tep?
Snap your whip against the impending disaster, we pray!
Either that, or just tell us how you’re doing.
I’m just dandy, Truman, although my blogging skills haven’t been lately. I know I’ve said this before, but I’m always worried about sounding like a broken record, even for the few readers I have left. It’s pretty amazing how fast people flee when they sense a blog is dead, and I don’t blame them.
It’s tough to blog, too, when nobody gives a shit, and really, that’s how I can sum up the online biz since about 2008 or so: no one gives a shit.
Well, maybe that’s not true. People do care, but not enough to pay for it anymore.
There was a day when people coveted their porn. Smut was something that wasn’t really easy to come by, and when you got it, you treasured it. Sounds creepy, I know, but it’s true. We all had some sort of hidden stash o’ smut somewhere. For me it was a fort out in the middle of the Arizona desert (until I was 15) and then it was under the corner of the carpet in my closet throughout high school. When porno came to VHS I’d just rent and return.
We all know it’s not anything close to pirate’s treasure; in fact, it’s totally disposable. Totally available. Totally for free. Totally grown limp, on the bank of the river Nile, ready to die.
This is the part I was talking about…sounding like a broken record.
Is there a next?
For me, anyway. I mean it’s not like I can just jump back into a classroom; I’m tarnished goods. It’s not like I can find a job outside of what I was trained for, cause we all know what the current State of the Union as it pertains to Employment. But I gotta think of the future, right? And until The Powers That Be sit down with Apple and Microsoft and concoct some sort of way to make it difficult to play media files the end user hasn’t paid for…well, I just don’t see it getting better anytime soon.
I’m not just talkin’ smut, either; mainstream movies and the music business are dying on the vine, too.
All this kinda depresses me, and when I’m depressed, I don’t wanna blog. I just kinda wanna boo-hoo in my morning coffee and then start my day.
One thing that cheered me up was Melanie Rios, who’s showing off her tremendous camel toe today for you guys. I also like taking arty-farty pics of naked girls in a Panda mask. And did I tell you I just found a copy of a really rare Wilco record I didn’t even know existed? Or how I got to listen to Julian Schnabel introduce the Dennis Hopper show at MOCA?
Think anyone’s ever gonna pay for porn anymore, or has the sun already set? And does anyone even care about a filthy, perverted smut peddler and how he pays his bills? Or will it take a complete cease and desist of porno production before anyone notices?
Think I can pull my head out of my ass enough to blog, say, every three or four days this month?
Think I can be gay for Wilco through 2012?
Will we even be here after 2012?
Only time will tell.