Blog 6.0!

The final of the blogs. Last of the bloghecians. How many roads can a man blog down… I’m pretty much just typing words. You know, others blog about interesting things that happened to them recently, and my inability to think of anything to blog about is starting to chafe. Do I live that boring of a life? Let’s see, in the last week… parents moved into their new place they’ve been wanting to move into for the last three years. We have to give back these totally awesome $800 chairs we’ve been using for the last two years. One of them has burst at a seam, but behold the power of super glue.
You know, I’ve been feeling down lately, and for no particular reason. Grades are decent, things are good with the Mrs, yet I’m feeling generally depressed. Well, depressed is a strong word, I’ve been depressed before, I think the general statement ‘down’ was most accurate. Anyway, I was wondering what the cause was, and I think I’ve figured it out. I’m Jonesing…. If I spelt that correctly. My motherboard is thrashed and my system is very unstable, so I’ve been unable to game. For weeks. I think I’m just shy of scratching my arm here. It’s kind of depressing to realize you’re dependent on a hobby. I need to develop another one, a more ‘productive’ one as the Mrs. might say.
The ironic thing is I’m actually less productive. The time spent gaming is spent listlessly searching for entertainment, a virtually endless tasks that ends up bleeding into otherwise potentially productive hours. Man, rough draft of our final draft due on Monday? That seems out of left field, to hear that’s due there days after the announcement. I’ve got to finish a webpage for another Monday class as well, suppose I’ll have to crunch some over the weekend.
So hey, I’ve come to a decision. As this is my last blog, I’d really like to think of something worth writing down. I’ve been sitting here distracting myself however possible, and haven’t come up with anything. So I’m going to crash (it’s now 5am) & take another crack at this tomorrow. So, consider this blog 5.5, blog 6.0 to come over the weekend. I stayed up to get something down in the interest of having it ontime, but I think the end product will be better if I come at this from a new angle.
It's a day later, and here I am checking the blog-tanks to see if anything has fermented. I spent the weekend making a webpage for a technical writing class, and I have a question I'd like to ask the world. Does accepting something because it happens to work in your favor, when you know for a fact if it worked against you you'd mount a righteous protest, make you a hypocrite? I ask because the webpage is for a writing class, and if it wasn't for the fact I was good at making webpages, I would be protesting that such a major grade was being given in a writing class for a computer science assignment. So, does going along with the assignment happily rather than protesting on principal make me a hypocrite? You know, we're all hypocrites, it's just a matter of degrees. No one perfectly follows any particular code of ethics - human beings are too fluid, the situations we find ourselves in too various, for any code of absolutes. You say you'd never kill, but given the right circumstances you would.

Also, we're all whores. I love the old "would you have sex with me for a billion dollars? Yes? How about one dollar? Why do you look so angry? We've already established you're a whore, now we're just negotiating the price." logical reasoning. I don't bring this up for any particular reason (I don't have anyone in my life I'm angry at for whoring or anything), it's just the "We're all hypocrites" idea brought up the "We're all whores" idea in my mind.

So my final project inthis class. Can I mention again how we were only told on Friday that Doctor Hallock would like a draft on Monday? I haven't got one myself, as my project requires scheduling that couldn't be done on such short notice. A friend of mine I went to college to in Indiana has recently "made it" As a writer. As the topic of the final assignment is something akin to "Write about a career path you could follow in the arts," and the only section of 'The Arts' that's potentially even vaguely applicable to my future is 'Writer,' my project is about making it as a writer in the modern day. To facilitate this project, I intend to interview a friend of mine. He has recently applied for WGA membership, (Writer's Guild of America, the pricks responsible for that obnoxious writer's strike that ruined television for six months), and is really starting to make some money writing on screenplays. So I thought interviewing him and learning about the process he went through, then considering how I could apply that information to my own life, would be a good project. Sadly he was busy over the weekend, so we're going to do the interview early next week.

I love this guy though. Really, one of my favorite people. Worst alcoholic I know though - he goes through one of those plastic-bottle-$10-a-handle bottles of vodka every two days like clockwork. He'll seriously be lucky to live past 40, burning the candle at both ends like that. But he's finding success as a writer, and that's amazing. He says he's finally managed the cliché- an alcoholic professional writer. I told him he just had to work on his angst a little more, and he's well on his way to shooting himself in front of a typewriter. We shared a good laugh.

So there's the rest of my blog, coming out at a nice 1000 words once again!