Scouge of the Net

I am the Scourge of the Internet!

I post irrelevant nonsense wherever there is meaning and art and the tranquility of effortless communication...

In this case, the Blogosphere.

Now, as I enter the second month of my bloggage, I shall review the last month;

First, I mentioned two websites that I like.

Um... an okay start, I guess, but proper use of my extreme, effortless Bloggability? Perhaps not.

Second, I proposed, in several loose and badly organized messages, a general, ultra-democratic (or anarchic) gaming clan, which any interested gamer could join.

Well, that was a bit better. I even misguidedly created a whole new blog for it (http://alcazmc.blogspot.com).

And lastly, I sounded off about recent events and lack of events in my school life. Looking at the various blogs that I have seen, that seems like the most bloggish series of blog posts that I have yet come up with. None of this deserved its own blog, of course, but there you have it.

Well, my blogging experiences have been fun. Cyall next post.

And try not to judge until you hit that "Next Blog" button a few times and see what else is out there.

You can check out my freind's blog (on which I post) at http://jonaldsdwelling.blogspot.com. Please give him a visit.

No Worries

No worries, even though life itself crashes down about my ears.

School is thouroughly un-fun these days, as i have an impossible project to complete.

I must improve my short story (view below). I am told it is shallow, repetitive and unworthy of the grade that it wasn't given. I must rewrite it, or present a better story by Thursday.

Arrg. My best short story ever, and I must revise it due to lack of emotional content.

Emotional content! The entire project was based on the idea of writing visually, to paint a picture! Now I must make the story "deep" enough to give it dimension, but what for? No painting ever had dimension, it is only as deep as its brushstrokes.

I feel oppressed. But, I need credit, so I will alter my story.

Today's Thoughts

Lately my life just has not seemed that creative.

My school is one of my problems.

Stress causes people to get creative, and productive. The best of people always get their thinking caps on when their world is coming down around their ears, and they decide to do something about their situation.

So, I could see the humor and wit of my peers come out when they were under the tyrrany of Finals week, and narrowly escaping failure in all their classes. Life was a little more than routine, and we all were challenged a little more, academically and socially.

Now, we are entering our second semester. We have a whole semester ahead of us, and the pressure is off. We have settled back into life with a sigh, and seem to consider ourselves momentarily obsolved of the obligation to inject creative content into our lives.

Maybe it was just this day in particular, but I felt opressed by the general lack of enthusiasm... in everything.

Short Stories

Today, in the same Language Arts class, we got to read what was probably the most heartfelt story ever written in McClure's class. It was vague, visual, and extremely moody. Just precisely what the doctor ordered.

It was, in fact, better than my own story by a factor of maybe ten.

My interesting little description of a sunset is just not gonna cut it if McClure wants the kind of emotion and imagery that were in this story. It was an old favorite student of his that wrote it.

The bastard. Two days before the due date (the day after I turn mine in) he gives us this bombshell short story and all but says "Hey, look! isn't this great? Now, are all of YOURS that good?"

Well, in actual fact, he probably had no agenda in reading us that story, but it still chafes a bit to suddenly find out that your own story (which I thought was pretty good) is in comparison with this masterpiece a superficial-looking photograph next to a popular Picasso.

Well, kudos to the girl who wrote that thing. It was an excellent story, though she will probably never give me permisson to publish it here. I can ask, maybe, but I still smart from the blow to my ego.

Cya next post.