It’s Not You, It’s Me
Between not having time and not having the energy to summon up rage, this place has become essentially an empty house on this internet block. I started this page to get out just a tiny bit of my endless rage, but though the rage remains, my heart hasn’t been in keeping up the surly character the less-than-ten of you who follow me had come to expect.
I’m not bowing out completely, but I am moving on. A couple folks have asked me to contribute to Verities and Vagaries, albeit in a more serious and thoughtful tone than I put off here. I’m hoping that a return to serious writing, and the renewed immersion in politics* that contributing will require, will also rekindle my interest in getting pissed off and making you laugh as I blow off some steam.
So, don’t unfollow me, because I hope to still be up and about, and I’ll still be following you from my dashboard, lurking like a motherfucker. Trust me. Shit still needs to be burnt down and I will gladly let folks know when I have the urge. Thanks for reading with me this long and please visit The Softer Side of Ghost over at Verities and Vagaries as you check up on this joint whenever you get a chance.
*I’ll almost certainly also be doing some sports, booze and “art”** stuff, but it will mainly be politics and culture.
**By art, I obviously don’t mean art. I have absolutely no skill or knowledge in art like painting or photography or what have you, but I will argue with you for days if you think Abbey Road is better than Revolver*** or that The Sopranos was better than The Wire.
***No, my wife and I have not spent hours arguing over this. Not at all. Can’t imagine why you’d ask.
