So I've been thinking about this new blogging thing over the weekend, in between reading a couple of old Elmore Leonard novels and watching the two most recent (and to my mind, slightly disappointing) episodes of Battlestar Galactica. And I'm really not quite sure how to act, especially with the other night's drive-by of my old blog fresh in my brain.
I blogged a lot, back in the day, and it was largely fueled by anger. Righteous anger, I think it's fair to say, but anger nevertheless. And this week has been really interesting for me, because as of noon on Tuesday, EST, a lot of that anger just kind of evaporated. Yes, it's still there in a sense--I still think that all those sons of bitches should be prosecuted, and perhaps even hanged, but they're gone now, back to Texas and Wyoming and similarly unfortunate places, and we as citizens do right now have larger fish to fry.
But for purposes of blogging, I'm not sure what the new motivation will be. We shall see, I suppose. Being guardedly hopeful for the immediate future, though, I've been finding myself not reading the political blogs so much at work this week, or when I get home--I've been spending a lot more time catching up with Bruce Sterling and reading about the offseason doings of various Major League Baseball clubs, and stuff like that. So I dunno. Hopefully it will all be a happier time now, and hopefully I will find the ways and means to blog about happier stuff.
Or, of course, it might not take. We shall see.
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