Back to the Land of Dreams

Several years ago, people started suggesting that I write a blog. As I distrust any form of communication more advanced than the Dixie Cup telephone, I chose to ignore these people and occasionally give them dirty looks. However, when I moved to New York and found myself isolated in a crowd of millions, I grew weary of my anti-social tendencies, and in a momentary lapse of judgment, I decided to try nominally interacting with the world for a change.

Unfortunately, I quickly sensed a problem: I had nothing interesting to say, and unlike most people on the Internet, I was fully aware of that fact. So my blog quickly began to languish, with a bi-monthly, monosyllabic update seeming like a deluge of personal revelation. While I would like to blame the absence of readers for my lack of content, the real explanation is simply that the mixture of boring and lazy represents a toxic combination to the blank page, and I couldn’t be bothered to update the faceless masses on the inanity of my day.

Since almost everyone I know in the blogosphere tends to skulk around the virtual walls of tumblr, I thought I would start a new blog here in the hopes that doing so might somehow result in my being inundated with spontaneous ninja battles, depraved sexual escapades, or at very least the videos of kittens in paper bags that seem to pass for noteworthy events in the virtual world.

While I can’t claim that my life has become any more fascinating in recent months, nor that I have developed an unprecedented dedication to digital life, I can at least say that I am sufficiently bored to make a concerted effort to entertain those unfortunate enough to have stumbled across this page. I’ll also post the archives from my old blog, partly for the convenience of anyone interested, but mostly in the interest of mimicking the appearance of productivity. It’s the American way.

-TC