Nov. 3rd, 2004

wickedflea: (white trash explosion)
buncha redpecker crackerwood fucknecks
wickedflea: (don't you see that)
I have to say I'm not surprised--I haven't been at all optimistic about this election from the get-go. I did have a few moments of dim optimism yesterday when I heard that so many people were going to the polls, but apparently that didn't work in Kerry's favor, or at least not enough.

It's like a morgue in here--everyone looks like hell! But at least it's good to have like-minded people to grouse with. Four years ago, it was a little different. I was in Mississippi, and even on a college campus, it was total Bush country. I remember getting in a shouting match at the newspaper office with some of the kids on the staff and the business manager. (That was the same business manager who reacted to the news that a black student had called to complain about a perceived bias in a news story with, "And they wonder why we hate 'em!") I walked out of the office that day thinking, "Liberal media, my ass." (Yes, I'm aware that the MSU student paper is not exactly the New York Times. But it gave me something to chuckle over. You gotta find something, right?)

*angriness snipped in the interest of decorum*
wickedflea: (don martin)
Today I was talking with Phil and trying to make a point, and this was the critical statement in my argument (complete with hand gestures):
It's like *spoik*, *blizzzzzz*, *flurrrrrp*.

I should stick to writing.
wickedflea: (chicken neck)
Yikes. Tonight I'm starting to write a sort of memoir-like thing (I feel so silly saying "memoir") that I've had in my head for quite some time. It had a lot more focus when I first conceived it, but I'm thinking about broadening the scope, so it's a little overwhelming here at the beginning. I'm good at telling little anecdotes and stuff (I think), but to string them together into some sort of coherent narrative is a bit daunting. OK, a lot daunting. But hey, maybe they don't have to be tied together as one long narrative. Perhaps a collection of shorter pieces is best--maybe I can invest enough common meaning in each piece so that I don't have to connect all the dots. I dunno. The thing right now is to write it. I should know from college that I am not the sort of writer who can figure out everything beforehand. I can't just churn something out. I have to think/write myself through things before I realize what they are. So time to do it. I know there's good stuff here; I just have to get it down.

You ever look at your old journal entries and think, goddamn, I was a much better writer then? I know a lot of people say that they cringe when they read their old stuff. And I do cringe at some of my old entries. But geez, I used to write about ideas. These days I'm all about goofy pictures, one-liners, and baseball. Eh. Maybe it's cyclical and I'm just in a low point.

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