September 02, 2003
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 at September 02, 2003 11:02 PM

Hey, I happened to like her blog. Ah, well.

Posted by: adam on September 3, 2003 07:46 AM .

Wow, she actually took it down? Is that the case?

I've got a scheme afoot. Once I get my new digital camera I can loan her my SLR. It's more work than using digital, but it's actually a better camera (if only they'd put 28s or wider lenses on digis these days, let alone the superior resolution). Pass on this message - may be a couple weeks yet though.

As for you, well, I'd like to scold you for not updating, but I went through something similar just recently, so I'd be a lying liar if I said I didn't understand the urge to quit weblogging. It's all about the scathing last post, isn't it?

Posted by: D on September 5, 2003 02:14 PM .

Buck up, guy.

Posted by: TheDiscourse on September 5, 2003 04:32 PM .

What was that scathing last post?

I certainly miss you, , and I shudder to think that I should have had anything to do with your withdrawal from the internet public. But you'll be back. I know it. I can feel it. There's a fire smoldering deep inside you. It is the Blog Fire, and its flames cannot be quelled.

Posted by: Albitarse on September 8, 2003 03:11 PM .

Oh, just saying that there's not much point in quitting weblogging unless you write a scathing final post - you gotta go out with a bang, and such.

Posted by: D on September 9, 2003 11:53 AM .

Now I understand what you meant.

This is kind of like having a conversation at the bottom of a well, don't you find?

Posted by: Albatross on September 10, 2003 12:52 PM .

At the bottom of a well in the middle of a ghost town.

*tumbleweeds blow through*


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So, er... what's going on in your neck of the woods, then?

Posted by: D on September 10, 2003 02:09 PM .


Posted by: on September 12, 2003 06:06 PM .

but how?

Posted by: on September 12, 2003 06:11 PM .
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