Concerted Action

cold weather is ominous. i always feel like something is going to happen whenever the weather gets a bit colder. it's probably the wind blowing. i close my eyes and type, and i just get that feeling like any minute now, something really creepy is going to happen. but it doesn't. the wind keeps blowing and the cat keeps purring in her bed, and my wife keeps sleeping, and i keep typing. things keep on going just as they should. the train keeps rolling on. i should be thankful for such stability, it's a rare thing these days. or at least it feels that way.

blogging has been good for me lately. thanks for reading. seriously, i mean it. the knowledge that people are reading is fueling me and inspiring me to write for someone other than myself. the stuff that i write for myself never ends up being any good. when i was in junior college, the second year or so, i wrote an entire screenplay for a movie that was pretty much written entirely for me. it's a good thing i don't know where that is, because it was terrible. it was basically a rip-off of another movie that i still haven't seen [capital records] with some veiled kevin smith references. the story was dull, and the actions of the characters made no sense. i just wanted to write something, and i thought it was good at the time.

it wasn't.

writing for an audience is different. it's not so much that i sit writing, knowing what my audience wants to read, because i don't really know that. it's more that i know that someone will take the time to read it, regardless of whether or not it's something they may want to read or may have wanted to read before they started reading it. people who have been following this blog should know by now that it's almost never the same. i change it up on a daily basis. sometimes it's just a recounting of the day's events, sometimes it's straight up narrative, and sometimes it's knocking on the door of being considered art. in any iteration, whatever it is, rest assured that it is me.

you are reading me.

i use familiar devices like the one i just used in order to pull you in and emphasize statements and make points and make you think that everything is fluid and similar. it's not really, but i can trick your brain into thinking it is. that's the beauty of the written word. or the typed word, as similar as it can be. thanks for sticking with me through it all and reading, and if you haven't been with me this whole time, thanks for reading at least now. feel free to go back and read earlier works, though i can't promise you it'll be enjoyable. also, feel free to comment. i fear that feature is incredibly underused. i know you have a google account. everyone does.

in other news, i've decided that i'll be changing the layout of this blog sometime soon. this will be done in order to further accommodate people who apparently are not cyborgs like myself and don't enjoy reading white text on a black background. it happens. it will probably look something like what my domain looks like right now, in terms of color and basic general concept. blue and white, because i'm very uninteresting. i may add in a splash of orange because i like the color, not because i know anything about design. i couldn't care less.

today was a fairly uninteresting day, and the swelling and annoyance has not yet lifted from my face. it doesn't feel like it's worse, it just feels like it's not getting any better. maybe a little bit. i really was expecting it to go down faster, but it just hasn't. it's starting to get on my nerves. but i don't think it's something worth calling the surgeon over, so i probably won't go that far. i have a final project due tomorrow, and i've not even looked at the rubric. mistake or challenge? you be the judge. i say challenge, but of course i do. it was my choice.