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it must be mars

I realize that the mood of this blog is cyclical, much like my own moods. You can pretty much check your calendar and figure out which days I will be writing angry, vulgar responses to moonbats and which days I will be introspective and which days I will find comic relief in absurd stories. Sometimes, I get fixated. I know this, as it happens away from the computer as well.

Once my mind goes in a direction, once I get the fire lit under my ass to delve into a particular subject, there is no rest for the weary. Or the wicked. I go in full tilt, sometimes obscuring everything else that needs my attention.

I've got a folder filled with links about the Yankees and comic books and those stupid little stories you find at Obscure Store or Fark. I've got a folder with ideas for contests and pictures to photoshop and people to pick on. But not today. Maybe not even this week.

I'll be stuck on the whole 9/11 issue for at least two weeks. I suspect that if it goes like last year, once that day passes I will emerge feeling relieved and and with a bit more sense of closure, though that closure will probably never fully be realized, a fact which I am okay with.

In addition to the raw, honest and nearly heartbreaking emails I've received about the Voices project, I get mail that says things like Can you please write about something else, this is getting boring. Or, that's not what I come to your site for, you are being depressing. And the ever present, Stop being so self-centered. Get over it. Move on. The world is not about you or your feelings.

Oh, but guess what people? This blog is mostly about me and my feelings, so why don't you just turn the dial for a little bit, go find a blog where the talk is cheap, the girls are cheaper and the beer is warm and you can come back here next month or so for your bottle of Cristal and your thousand dollar hooker.

No idea where that came from. It makes no sense, but it was fun to write.

Of course, this could all be the product of PMS. Yea, just like a woman to blame her mood swings on hormones. Deal with it.

It's going to be one of those days when my teeth will remained clenched and the residue of last night's dreams will haunt me all day and people will just piss me off to no end and there will be nothing I can do about it because I go back to work today and, as we all now know, there is no internet access from work, so no venting, no spleening, no screaming at the walls of cyberspace because my sister, who normally would post my screeds for me when I email them to her, is on vacation.

I have my ways, however. There are way too many people who have a login to my Moveable Type. You cannot keep me down! I will not be silenced! I...

I better go before you all realize that today is the day I've completely lost my mind.

If I can't blame it on Mars then I blame it on seeing this.

Comments

This blog is mostly about me and my feelings, so why don't you just turn the dial for a little bit, go find a blog where the talk is cheap, the girls are cheaper and the beer is warm and you can come back here next month or so for your bottle of Cristal and your thousand dollar hooker.

I couldn't get "Big Pimpin'" out of my head when I read that.

But, anyway, my real point: this is your blog - write whatever the hell you want for however long you want. I don't have a huge blogroll, but I can say you are the only one on it who is writing about September 11 right now. I live and work within 15 miles of NYC, and for me, that's close enough for it to never be too far from my thoughts.

Sometimes there are low flying planes and you wonder where they're headed. You might see smoke rising on the horizon and worry that the worst has happened. There are lots of little things that remind you and make you realize that, while in the two years since 9-11-01, things have changed, they haven't changed all that much.

I think I might have to write something for Voices this year.

Anyway, keep writing. Lots of us are reading it; lots of us are with you.

I can't believe that people can forget so fast.

ponderous simply ponderous...

I was with ya til "the beer is warm". Gah.

People actually try to tell you what to write in your blog? They should just be grateful it's there for them to read...it's not like you're under any obligation to share your thoughts, feelings, and insights with us.

Some people are so stupid. I'm glad you make fun of those people.

Ack. Another case of "not my responsibility": don't like the blog? Read something else. Don't tell the author what to do.
I'll keep on reading ASV. If the 9/11 posts make me "uncomfortable", I'll count that as a sign that I'm still human enough to remember the tragedy.

Nise threat! Thanks for info!