The last time I wrote a blog was June 28th over on MySpace. Not that I've stopped writing; I've actually been doing quite a bit of it. It just hasn't been public yet. In fact, here is my last post from MySpace. . .

Last time

I think this is the last one of these I'm going to write. I know, I've said that before, but I'm just not feeling it any more.

Not that I don't feel like writing. . .far from it. I'm just writing elsewhere right now. Couple of short stories, a short screenplay, and another one started that might even make it to feature length. . .we'll see. I feel happier with my writing than I have in a long time. You just don't get to read it for a while, and hopefully it won't have been as reliant on booze as this bloody thing has seemed to be at times.

I think part of it is that I'm afraid of hanging myself. The anger I feel at some of the things going on in my life, it's better that I don't talk about because it could cause problems if I went in to too much detail about them. It's easier to be yourself, be honest, when you don't talk (or write) to anyone.

Tomorrow, Saturday, is my thirteenth anniversary of moving to the US. Long fucking time, never thought I'd be over here this long. Well, I haven't been over here for the full time, but it's still at least twice a long as I thought I'd be here. And in Vegas now for 4 years. Have I learned from being here? Undoubtedly. Could I have learned those lessons anywhere else? Some of them, but not all. But the important ones we need to learn in life, I like to think you'll learn them whenever you are. You'll learn them in a different way, and you might take them differently cos you'll be a little bit of a different person.

Now I'm just waffling. Get out of the cave. Turn around and find out what's making the shadows. Or, to modernize the image, get out of the cave and stop listening to the echoes of what other people have shouted. Because that seems to be what most of the 'blogosphere' is made up of. People shouting their opinions as loudly and as often as they can, leaving comments about shitty top ten lists, or how you made a better video than the original and had to post it in response, or how dare they criticize your favourite film/song/food/religion/politician. I feel like it's reached the point where everyone's shouting so loudly to get their opinions heard, they can't listen to any others, and that's not really very healthy, is it? The inability to change an opinion, or even consider someone else as possibly having the potential to maybe not be completely wrong in some of what they've said, that's fascism by the brain, for the brain. It's terrorism in the skull, where you are your own freedom fighter, except you're fighting for your freedom from the human race. It's mental death. It's what will eventually kill us all, not global warming, or smoking.

Oops. Didn't see any of that coming. Well, peace out, bonne soire, bis spater, and I'll see you in the atmosphere.

So that's where I was about a year ago. Just so you know. More to follow on here, maybe a little less preachy, maybe a couple of excerpts from the other crap I've been writing. Prepublished preview, if you will.