How freaking insane is that?!? I must’ve watched those flicks 50 times apiece, minimum, and i never caught any of that. Subconsciously, perhaps, but really i’m shocked that i never saw the patterns. Just SHOCKED.
How say you folks? Did any of you see that coming?
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[Clip brought to my attention by my little brother, Joe, via College Humor. Good on 'im.]
OK, Here’s The Thing
April 7, 2009
I want to post here more often, i really do. This space is attractive to me because unlike most places on the net, this page is semi-legitimately mine. It reminds me a bit of my old Geocities page back in the day, only way better (jesus, do you guys remember Geocities? . . wild how long ago that was, right?). But, ok, here’s the thing, i think that the reason i post here so infrequently is that i spread myself too thin with my online time. Example: Let’s say that i see/read/hear/conjure-up something that i want to post somewhere for people to see. I have several ways/places/avenues to make that happen, and more and more my choice of venue is dictated by what kind of content i wish to post. If it’s fleeting and incidental i may Twitter it or post it on Facebook. If it’s personal i may send it to said person via email or private message. If it’s something that i want responses to or instant gratification from i’m likely to make a thread about it on the forum i’m currently frequenting. Finally, if it’s a long bit, an essay or the like, it’s generally either going to end up here or a terribly unfortunate somebody in my personal radius is going to hear about it in verbal rant form (which can’t be fun).
You see? Too many fucking options. I need to consolidate. I need to downsize. I need to focus!
Ideally, i’d love to just post everything here, like a “normal blogger”, like the popular bloggers do. But i’m wary of that because, as i intimated a second ago, while i do love the idea of this site, i get so very little feedback from what i write here that i tend to hesitate before considering turning my pressing thoughts into a WordPress post. I mean, come on. Look at the comments i’ve received here. Other than those offered by my friend Megan (whose viewership i appreciate very very very much), they are scarce-to-non-existent, and i’m sure that even Megan gets tired of fully reading my diatribes (they’re a bit long, i know). So, as much as her comments tickle my fanceh (always), i’m perplexed and dismayed by the lack of response from everyone else. Not that i write for the glory of public acclaim, but the internet is all about instant gratification, and this page has given me little-to-none of that.
Keep in mind that WordPress has a wonderful stats page that i can view, and as such i know when people visit here and read my stuff. The idea that dozens of randoms and friends read what i write week-in and week-out but that only one (very kind) friend cares enough to offer support, commentary, and criticism is disconcerting and discouraging, to say the least.
But that’s not the whole of the issue at hand, of course. I can sit here and whine about a lack of readers and comments for eons, but as i began to say in the first paragraph, that’s not really the crux of the problem as much as it is peripheral and atmospheric. I’m a writer at heart, and as such i’m going to write whether anyone is there to read it or not. The real problem is that my attention has been totally split by the “recent” explosion of social networking into and all over mainstream culture (yes that was a pron reference).
So what’s the solution?
To be frank, i’m not sure. I could stop Twittering, but Twitter has become an easy way to feel like i’m in direct communication with some of the musicians (Dave Matthews, Fonzie Lessard, Colin Meloy, John Mayer, Amanda Palmer, Ingrid Michaelson, etc) and other miscellaneous people of note (cyclist and hero Lance Armstrong, renown chef Richard Blaise, etc) that i most admire, and as such i’m not going to stop checking it regularly (and as long as i’m there, i may as well write something, right?). Besides, it’s not like i’ve actually Twittered anything really substantial or noteworthy anyways, so it’s hardly a competitor for attention with this home that i’m trying to forge here. Same thing goes for Facebook. I don’t actually write much there; nothing of substance that i can remember off the top of my head, so the minute amount of time i spend there is moot in this conversation, i suppose. What does that leave? Emails? PMs? This is hardly the place for that kind of content.
So here we are, left with only one culprit: the dreaded Internet Forum. Timesucker. Madhouse. Misfit Zoo. Sprawling Palace of Immaturity. Black Hole of Life. Yet here’s where that second paragraph comes into play a bit. To hastily start a thread (a matter of a minute or two) and get immediate feedback, or to write a carefully crafted blog post here (often a matter of several hours) and chance getting little-to-no feedback. That is the question (without a question mark, apparently).
I guess it does end up coming back to how much feedback matters to me after all. Go figure.
Alrighty then, this is what i shall do: From now on, when i get a notion to make a forum thread or post a little blurb on Facebook or Twitter or whatever, i’ll double it here (as long as it’s substantial enough to stand on its own, that is). That way this site will (hopefully) become what i always wanted it to be: A real digital encapsulation of The Tony; my online home. Therefore some of my posts here will now be incredibly brief. I may even post more than once a day, time and inspirado permitting. Prepare yourselves, for the journey into the mind of The Tony is not to be taken lightly; lots of stairways that lead to the ceiling and doors that open into nowhere, if you catch my drift. I’m twisty like that (or maybe i just wish i was twisty like that, i dunno . . oop, see?! The twists beginneth!!).
In an effort to get this ball rolling i’ll try to put up some back-catalog stuff (if you will) right away. I can’t promise brilliance or social relevance, i can’t even promise competence. Some of this you’ve seen before, alright? I get that. Deal with it.
As always, comments are appreciated 
Ask me questions. Harangue me. Throw e-bottles and e-watermelon rinds on the e-stage. I know it’s all out of love.
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd . . BEGIN!
