My Own Biggest Fan

My mood has improved a bit, but just barely. Here is a post on The Listener over at Izzum.

As you may have noticed, I have a considerable lack of interest in updating this thing lately. I find it hard to believe that I have anything worth reading in me at the moment, that is aside from writing uppity comments on my friends blogs.

The truth is, I find very little of value in anything I hear or see lately. I mean, besides escapist distractions. How is it that Adams was able to rise above it all and make something that laid bare his disdain for society in general, but still managed to be an entertaining and witty work of art? Yes, yes, he just wasn’t as easily discouraged as I am. My biggest problem is that I am finding it increasingly hard to pallet the universal trend of speeding headlong towards a general lack of integrity. I won’t even ask for examples to the contrary because the bar has been set so low that the suggestions that would follow are invariably laughable. Don’t think I am letting myself off the hook, I know that I am being as much of a shithead as anyone else, but this is what blogs are for.

I will be neglecting this corner of computer-land for a little while, and probably be taking a little bit of a breather from social engagements in general, until the disgust of living in a world where we are constantly on the look-out for new ways to fuck everyone over fades a little. Right now an epidemic seems like a good start in my eyes, and I don’t like feeling this way.

See you later, internet.