i changed my layout again because the fucking paragraph css was pissing me off royally and since i am too broke/cheap to pay to be able to edit it, i scrapped the last one. also, i am bitchy – blame my period.
it is amazing how many very bad writers there are out there(1). what’s more interesting is those who critique others’ – professional, published, paid, whathaveyou(2) – works. i mean sure, it’s all free speech and everyone’s entitled to their own opinions. but i really doubt some people’s abilities to exercise abstract thoughts, especially when there is rampant inconsistency within their own works.
yes, i am being brainwashed by the book i’m reading in most spectrums, but the symbolism of the internet’s effect on culture, economy and obesity, well, the masses are speaking and proof in themselves. people are lazier and fatter; crave and expect instant gratification via blog comments, porn and other electronic forms of ego stroking; and my favourite, people are just losing touch with reality, it seems. also, everyone seems to think that they will have enough important things to say that they will get paid to do so and never need a regular day job again – one day. or maybe that’s just a couple of idiots i’ve known.
never before in history have such undereducated, ignorant and biased inexperts been seen as the pedestal deserving deities that so many bloggers, youtubers and podcasters are today. this book, it gives good metaphor: the internet has become a form of citizen journalism – and most who are reporting are reporting badly.
yes, i’m in a tough mood today. i spent most of my day at metrotown.
picture it: two toddlers and two smokers who are on a mission(3) to ride the kiddie train, buy xmas toys from one store only and girls’ winter clothes from another, have no one’s eyes be poked out, have snacks eaten appropriately, emergency bathroom visits dealt with, library books returned and all while negotiating every single person in the whole fucking mall who forgets how to walk as soon as their left foot hits the mall’s tiles. now you understand my no-holds-barred, no-i’m-not-talking-about-you fuck off to the mass-bullshit called blogging. and if you don’t know that kind of personal pain, then shut up.
(1) i can’t even estimate how many good ones there are but i’m willing to bet it’s about 1% of the bad ones.
(2) no, i’m not including myself in this. i don’t consider anything i’ve ever written to be good. i don’t consider myself a writer, even. i just never shut up and instead of talking to myself, i put it on a computer screen. just cuz i get paid to do this doesn’t make it good. it makes the people who pay me…nice, i guess.
(3) train ridden. $91 in toys bought from sears (twas a gift card). $28 later, zoë has seven new shirts for the winter and spring – including three yoga shirts in different colours. what the hell does a 1 year old need yoga wear for? both children still have eyes though a time out was awarded for eyelash pinching. some snacks were eaten, and some were thrown on the floors of the mall, bus and skytrain. no real emergency bathroom visits were mandatory, though i did have to pee for the last hour and a half of the trip – what do i hate more than shopping metrotown? peeing at metrotown. books got returned and stalled-walking idiots were avoided – though some dirty looks were given.
