Stare Into Space

Too damn quiet

Posted on | June 14, 2008 | 3 Comments

I know.  I haven’t been posting much lately.  There’s no real reason other than the fact that I didn’t really have anything to say.  What can I do?  I’m not going to start posting stuff that’s even more bland and dull than the usual shite just to have something to post.  This dedication to the, albeit rather low, levels of quality that I’ve set is, I think, commendable.

I am profoundly conscious of my lack of posting however.  I feel I should be doing something here.  I just don’t have anything.  Even a Saturday night, fueled by beers and chilli, without my wife and daughter hasn’t inspired anything of interest – only a post, ironically enough, about not having anything to post about.

Incidentally, in a couple of days, I probably will have something of interest to say (to me at least).  It’s all still on the hush-hush though.  I’ve already said too much.

Now that I think of it, even that’s not interesting to anybody else.  I guess that now, I’m a real blogger.  I blog, therefore I am.  Validate me.  Please.

And Bowie just came on the telly.  How much does he rock?  Let me count the ways.

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3 Responses to “Too damn quiet”

  1. clarissa
    June 16th, 2008 @ 21:08

    He rocks alot. A lot.

    Post for you, not us. If it’s not interesting, we’ll tell you what a bore you are. If it’s interesting we’ll beg you for more. Then you’ll get in the habit and the most mundane thing will be immensely bloggable. You’ll see.

    x, c

  2. rockmother
    June 22nd, 2008 @ 22:44

    I have been commenting but it hasn’t been letting me – I thought your blog was broken or that I was lost in some strange comment moderation thingy. I have only just started blogging again after just about dragging myself to do a post every two weeks! I posted you a link to something you may be interested in going for – let’s hope it works this time:
    http://risefilms.com/summer

    Bowie – he rocks in a multitude of many never-ending ways…

  3. Trousers
    June 23rd, 2008 @ 14:19

    Clarissa: He rocks, indeed.
    Thank your for your kind words. I hope you had a nice holiday. Personally, I’ll be glad to have your posts revert from colour shots of wide-open spaces and back to mono shots of rainy London. Maybe I’m an internet agoraphobic.

    RM: He rocks, indeed.
    Don’t know what was wrong with the blog thing. Hopefully it’s better now as I don’t want to have to go poking around in its innards.
    Thank you kindly for the Rise link. I had actually spotted it a little while ago. I’ll be doing my best to get something sorted for it. I’ve got two concepts that might make for reasonable entries. All I need to do is to actually figure out how to get one of them from extremely-high-level-concept to polished-tenth-draft in time. Should be a breeze.
    Sincere thanks for thinking of me. Really appreciated.

Gerry Hayes

Gerry Hayes

I mostly sit around all day and drink tea. Occasionally, I write stuff and send it to strangers so they can humiliate me and debase my efforts. Other than the self-harm to dull the shame of failure, it's not a bad life. Like I say, there's tea.

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