. . .As opposed to an old one. Because that would make so much sense. Anyway, yes. This is a new blog. I had an old one (it wasn’t old at the time, mind), which wasn’t particularly good (not that I expect this one to be), but it was manky and set up mainly out of curiosity. If it would come to be used to any great degree, it would only make sense to move it to a more hospitable environment. Bizarre, then, that I bothered to do so despite having come to neglect the aforementioned blog. Even more bizarre that I bothered to do so at a point well past said blog’s (admittedly rather feeble) peak. Still, perhaps some shiny new surroundings will inspire me to prolifacy. ‘Prolifacy’ is a marvelous word, quite unlike ‘prolificness’, which seems distinctly inelegant. Beyond reinvigorating my drive to write, I’m vaguely hoping the move will bring about a change of direction, although I’m somewhat pessimistic about this – my writing style is largely a stream of consciousness which, whilst hopefully less of an assault on the eyes than the verbal mess that populates a distressing portion of the Internet’s blogs (indeed, the standard of personal websites on the whole is deplorable. This is in no way an original or interesting observation, but it
is a fairly effective diversionary tactic), is ultimately entirely dependent on what’s going through my head at the time. Expect a few lazy little posts reporting very little, none of which is of note, interspersed with the occasional unreasonably massive rant. If you’re lucky, you might even get one or two little oddities – my previous blog had a very short (284-word) story. If I get bored enough (which is quite possible, considering the fact that our television is currently broken) I may go to the effort of transferring all my old blog entries here. In the meantime,
here is a link to the shithole.
Once again I’ve ruined my sleeping pattern. Like the past few days, I was actually feeling fairly tired at a reasonable hour (02.00 or 03.00), but I got distracted and didn’t get around to going to bed until the sun was well and truly up. I found getting to sleep entirely impossible, so I’ve decided to go for it and see how far I get. I won’t make it to the evening, but it’ll probably be a more sensible time than otherwise. Anyway, I got out of bed and decided to set up a blog to pass the time. Which is how this particular moment came about. I bet you’re thrilled to be able to trace the history of the words you’re reading in such detail. Positively fascinating.
On the subject of sleep (a subject I may dwell on a little too much in these things), I’ve made some strange observations of the conditions which effect sleep. For example, I seem more disposed to nod off when lying on the sofa in the living room, despite it being hard and too short to properly fit my legs on. The only explanation I can think of is equally peculiar: the television sends me to sleep. I find that even when in bed, leaving the telly on makes me much more likely to drift off than either silence or the radio. I find its superiority over the latter to be particularly confusing – it makes sense that I might need noise to help me to sleep, but why should a device designed solely for making noise be inferior at the task in comparison to a machine for which, if anything, sound plays second fiddle to vision. Perhaps I like the dull and shifting glow of a television set, or perhaps it’s to do with the aforementioned inferiority of sound in that medium – the material on radio might demand particular attention, which would impede slumber, whereas the sound on a TV, when divorced from the associated images, becomes meaningless noise. Still, it seems counter-intuitive.
I suppose that’s it for now. I may add something more once I’ve finished setting things up, but I’d really rather nobody developed any expectations. Not that there are any readers to do so yet. Whether there ever will be is far from certain. For now, though: over and out.[Show more]
