Marc
Happy Birthday!? Yeah. It's true. We've been blogging on the Superhero now for two whole years. It's funny though, because it doesn't feel like it's been that long. I mean, at first it was this big thing, and it just felt like we had to get one up, but now it's an every other day thing at the most. Fine. Whatever. Would you believe me if I told you that myself, Zach, and Jesse posted eleven times on the second day of the BLARG? It's true. Sad. But true.
Blogging nowadays, at least in this old and worn-out circuit, has kind of lost the edge. I remember when almost everyone I knew both had a blog and wrote on their blog. Yeah. I know. It's terribly dorky to write about this shit. Get over it. But, at least when I was travelling, I always kind of found this weird release in being able to come to whatever hotel room I was in to read up on whatever everyone did that day. Connections, basically. It's all about connections. You make them, too. Even now I know that I still will read, every day, The New Topography, Awkward Pirouettes, and The Wire. Every day. They're funny, interesting people.
And, at the same time, I like how this thing has been able to foster communications between myself and my closest friends -- otherwise known as the five chumps that have access to this page. I've probably never told any of you guys that Rick used to beg me to write on the Hero, but I always said "no" for some reason. Zach and Jesse and myself started it, obviously. But I'm sure you all are much relieved to have Matt and Scooter's comedic timing thrown into the fold. It helps to scatter my wishy-washy-ness and Zach's over-the-head editorials, doesn't it? When we started we were all within one alley's access to one another (with the exception of Jesse), though that has changed over time. Two in Chicago. One in the suburbs. And two still down in Blormal. Not only that but we're apparently going global sometime within the next few weeks, which should be exciting, but instead has this sad, wartime overtone. I sincerely hope everything ends up for the best with whatever will happen.
So. That's it. Nothing else. I'll shut up. Too much reading has scattered my brain and put me in this strange, somewhat sentimental state over a goddamned webpage. With my my favorite tool, self-deprication, at my side, I say "good night" readers. Hope your day was as good as it could've been. Thanks for stopping by.
Happy Birthday!? Yeah. It's true. We've been blogging on the Superhero now for two whole years. It's funny though, because it doesn't feel like it's been that long. I mean, at first it was this big thing, and it just felt like we had to get one up, but now it's an every other day thing at the most. Fine. Whatever. Would you believe me if I told you that myself, Zach, and Jesse posted eleven times on the second day of the BLARG? It's true. Sad. But true.
Blogging nowadays, at least in this old and worn-out circuit, has kind of lost the edge. I remember when almost everyone I knew both had a blog and wrote on their blog. Yeah. I know. It's terribly dorky to write about this shit. Get over it. But, at least when I was travelling, I always kind of found this weird release in being able to come to whatever hotel room I was in to read up on whatever everyone did that day. Connections, basically. It's all about connections. You make them, too. Even now I know that I still will read, every day, The New Topography, Awkward Pirouettes, and The Wire. Every day. They're funny, interesting people.
And, at the same time, I like how this thing has been able to foster communications between myself and my closest friends -- otherwise known as the five chumps that have access to this page. I've probably never told any of you guys that Rick used to beg me to write on the Hero, but I always said "no" for some reason. Zach and Jesse and myself started it, obviously. But I'm sure you all are much relieved to have Matt and Scooter's comedic timing thrown into the fold. It helps to scatter my wishy-washy-ness and Zach's over-the-head editorials, doesn't it? When we started we were all within one alley's access to one another (with the exception of Jesse), though that has changed over time. Two in Chicago. One in the suburbs. And two still down in Blormal. Not only that but we're apparently going global sometime within the next few weeks, which should be exciting, but instead has this sad, wartime overtone. I sincerely hope everything ends up for the best with whatever will happen.
So. That's it. Nothing else. I'll shut up. Too much reading has scattered my brain and put me in this strange, somewhat sentimental state over a goddamned webpage. With my my favorite tool, self-deprication, at my side, I say "good night" readers. Hope your day was as good as it could've been. Thanks for stopping by.
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