Comments | rissygirl: When the disaproving "look" doesn't need words

rissygirl

When the disaproving "look" doesn't need words

Jul 03, 2005 23:27

Why do I spend so much time online? Because I'm writing. It doesn't matter what I'm writing. It doesn't matter if it's good, or if it's shit. I'm writing. Isn't that enough ( Read more... )

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boozinjoebubala July 4 2005, 12:50:19 UTC

hey, Marissa, Karl Koweski, here. Found your livejournal, don't ask me how. It involved long hours staring dully at a computer screen. I'm adding you as a friend. hope you don't mind none.

rissygirl July 5 2005, 13:25:41 UTC

Hey hey hey. I didn't realize you used LJ. Sweet. I added you as well.

Word of advice: Keep a package of gummy bears handy when staring at a computer screen for long hours. You can just lick 'em and stick 'em to the monitor. It's amusing. I feel like I'm playing with colorforms all over again.

boozinjoebubala July 5 2005, 17:17:58 UTC

Well I use to view blogs with open contempt until I started one to impress a woman. She wasn't impressed with me or the blog, but I got addicted to it so now I can't even take a shit without mentioning it on my journal... heh heh, sigh.

dntz July 4 2005, 16:08:35 UTC

drinking and writing are both activities of habit. They do go well together, sometimes, if the booze is just breaking down what Huxley refers to as "The Cerebral Reducing Valve", the part of the brain that reduces the natural order down to a pinpoint of tangible sense experience so the concious mind can make sense out of things. The only problem with booze is that a serious booze habit tends to lead to alot of self deception and narcissism, two things that together or separately tend to make for shitty writing, art, whatever. Look at Jackson Pollock or Kerouac's poetry or Ginsberg for that matter.
But the writing habit is all healthy. Just putting in my 3.7 cents, or whatever the exchange rate is now.

rissygirl July 6 2005, 00:28:01 UTC

Ah, this is so true. But I only spend $10.50 6-pack of Coors Light when I'm feeling rich. Yes, that's right--$10.50. Un-fucking-believable.

But I totally agree with your booze habit theory. Been there, done that--fortunately I can't find any of those notebooks. Hopefully I burned them. If I didn't--some fat naked man is most likely reading them in my old apartment in N.Y.

See, I have this strange habit of hiding--no, I wouldn't call it hiding--hording things. My inebriated scribbles are most likely stuck between the baseboard heating and the awfully painted gyproc.

If a fat man were to find them there, he'd hit the jackpot. Skittles, dollar bills, loose cigarettes. Who knows what else. All for no reason, whatsoever.