I’m writing something. So this is a piece of writing about writing. Amazing.
That’s C-Tec Astronomy for those of you who’ve seen the film. Last decent movie Dan Akroyd ever did. I’ve got a red squiggly line under Akroyd so that may not be spelled right. Or should that be rightly? Adverbs.
Having loads of things with which to break the tedium is what life’s all about, I reckon. Thing is, my boredom gets me into trouble. Pretending to care about something because you know how to, know what to say, know how people will respond and are well versed in how to react, doesn’t actually mean you really do care. I only really care about my family and friends. ZING! CLICHÉ! But true. Nonetheless.
A Batman Sketch by Michael Avon Oeming.
That’s probably the long and short of it. Much of it is my problem. You’re all just people. You can’t help it, I suppose. I should calm down. I’m obviously just projecting.
“Kerouac seems to thrive on such an ambivalence, he accepts it, forgives it for its treachery, as it has been perhaps the most constant and dominant force in his life up until that point.”
Some great images posted on my Twitter timeline.