An ivory tower that touches the moon

I’m always thinking of blog posts I want to make while in bed late at night, figuring I’ll do it in the morning, and then after a night filled with dreams (I was in a fight with a dinosaur in my dream last night and had the power to grow to a huge size, and got bitten by a very tiny snake) I just don’t remember what the hell it was I wanted to say anymore. I’d just turn a light on and write it down but doing stuff like that gets a little bit difficult when you sleep with someone else in the bed. I suppose I could do it in the dark, it’d probably just look like it was written by a drunken two year old, but at least it would remind me.

I’ve also found that I can think of less to blog about when I’m in a generally good mood. Also, pretty much everything I read in the news and then I want to comment about it in my blog is talked about in every other blog everywhere. I’m not as good at political commentary as the blogs I read so I just don’t see the point in putting yet another “haha, fuck you global gag rule, you festering piece of shit” blog up on the interwebs. I don’t want to write about anything unless I have something to say that hasn’t already been said in a blog I just read.

I will say one reason I wanted this mostly anonymous wordpress blog is because it’s nice to have somewhere to write my thoughts, regardless of whether someone else will read them (and most of the time if I get a new commenter I’m like, oh shit and prepare myself to be flamed), because as much as one might think your random, aimless thoughts is the purview of myspace, it really isn’t once you add a bunch of friends from high school who are now super religious and send messages about why they are offended about various things you say. It’s even worse when you can’t think of an excuse not to add family members and suddenly feel the need to sanitize everything. I know I can just put stuff on “preferred,” but then I imagine people would wonder why I don’t want them to see what I’m writing.

With some anonymity, I can talk about how I think religion is just propaganda designed to secure money and power for the people on top, I can talk about how I think the whole pro-life movement should really be called “the haha fuck you, women” movement, I can curse up a storm, I can trash law school and none of my law school friends can see it and think I’m just a bum.

Then the question is, I guess, why not just do it in a hard copy journal? Or on a word file, so you don’t have to clog up the tubes of the internet with your inanity?

Well, I guess I’m just vain.