No Sleep 'Til…

Wow. Something's not right. Weeeeee! I had another pre-life crisis yesterday night. Old-schoolers may remember the occasional posts where I was all moody and shit. Yeah, I need help. Help…and drugs. I'd been okay since my last wordy breakdown in August, but Tony over at WankerCounty* gone and done it again with his little post plugging an underage milk drinking movie he made. And I quote: "I've been wanting to do a new site recently, something other than WC." Oh man… You push the right buttons and the wheels on the bus go 'round and 'round until your whole world falls apart. Whoo! After reading that post, I had a revelation. It was like the voices in my head were actually talking to me. I came to realize that websites grow stale quickly, and if not regularly innovated graphically and content-wise, a site can easily devolve into a boring morass for both the people behind it and the people visiting it (cough, CrackerJap, cough). See, this is why I wanna work in movies and not television. It's tough to come up with original entertaining material on a weekly, if not daily, basis. I mean, there's no farmer's market for ideas, and plagiarism doesn't work past college. [sigh]** I'm not sure what exactly compelled me to IM Howard at 11:00 pm last night and ask him to help me with an impromptu re-configuration of my site, but it's 5:00 am PST as I write this, and I guess you could say that the first joker's card is up. Hey, it's a start. What's more, once the seventh card appears, the world shall bear witness to the apocalyptical coming of the Dark Carnival!!! Eh. Who writes this shit? Donna, fire whoever writes my posts. Anyway, I'm-a go to sleep now. If you want brand new material, I acquired a new ad. Enjoy. Broadband forever!

* Can I write a post without mentioning WankerCounty? Jesus ranch…

** I sigh a lot. It can't be good for my karma.

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