AH, THE OL’ WEB SITE

Recently I’ve been producing less and consuming more than I generally feel is healthy. Food, drink, fiction, in vast quantities (by my standards), generally alone, while varied personal projects and goals are left undone, or unstarted. Fiction is the worst. I emerge from some saturated, high-contrast world to my own blurred reality, bubbles of doubt and inadequacy effervescing in my blood from rapid decompression, yielding paralysis.

But ah, my web site, where I can spin even the vaguest and most inconsequential emotions into a semblance of product, like drawing patterns with your piss in the snow. Tony suggested today (in the flesh, by God) that I can write, but I countered that all I write is right here, and this is not much. It’s not art so much as effluvium. That’s not to say I don’t pour a little effort into this thing once a week, exemplum gratia scouring a dictionary to ensure I employ some lame metaphor regarding decompression sickness with accurate vocabulary. But I don’t think anyone reads this because they enjoy what they read, just as I generally don’t read blogs because I find the content or the style particularly captivating. I’m just trying to keep up with the lives of my erstwhile friends in the most unobtrusive and cowardly way possible, so I assume you’re doing the same.

Which is all a roundabout way of saying that I’m not certain I should look on my blog as any evidence of ability. Perhaps it just proves want of an editor. I bought a scanner for $5 at a tag sale the other day, though its missing 12V/1500mA power adapter will cost $25 to replace. Perhaps when the effects of this fiscal injustice subside, it will inspire me to make more Random comics. *Riotous laughter ensues*