Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts
Monday, May 09, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Another Day
I continue to live.
Of course you know that if you are here. Right now, I'm guessing your name is Madelaine Clark if you are reading this, unless you have this on an RSS reader, Matthew. If not, if you're some random blog reader, and just happening by, I suppose I should introduce myself. Give you some back story on this blog that's updating for the first time in more than a year.
I'm Rob. I live on my own, for about a year. I am in between universities, but at the same job I've held for a few years now. Oh, and I don't write anymore. I just cannot seem to be assed anymore to actually sit down and plan out my thoughts, or even produce something stream of consciousness. I think this all comes down to a lack of time in which I'm forced to sit in one place doing nothing, anymore.
So here I am. I want to say something encouraging to the process. Something saying I'm turning this blog around like, "I plan to start this again". That though would be a lie. I have no such plans. To be very honest, tonight I just was talking to a friend, and something came up that made me think. And it made me want to voice my thoughts, even if constantly in my head, I'm still censoring myself.
That was part of the reason I stopped though. Despite my knowledge that nobody would ever read this blog outside my family, the idea of posting my journal, and posting my thoughts like this was always very appealing. It was like an open letter, airing my grievances, my thoughts, my feelings. It helped me deal with things from day to day, and I didn't care what people thought at first. In a lot of very meaningful ways, it helped me a lot.
I'm proud of a lot of the stuff I did with this blog. The censoring though, the stuff I had to learn not to do, for fear people would be offended... It hurt. I needed to be able to say whatever I wanted, and I had lost my outlet.
So, there it is. What I am willing to say right now. It's not well laid out, or always making perfect sense, but there it is. The old standard would be 'Until next time...' right here, but I'm not going to make the suggestion that I'll be back here.
I have to think about certain things that I'm not sure I'm ready to confront yet. The end results terrify me.
Of course you know that if you are here. Right now, I'm guessing your name is Madelaine Clark if you are reading this, unless you have this on an RSS reader, Matthew. If not, if you're some random blog reader, and just happening by, I suppose I should introduce myself. Give you some back story on this blog that's updating for the first time in more than a year.
I'm Rob. I live on my own, for about a year. I am in between universities, but at the same job I've held for a few years now. Oh, and I don't write anymore. I just cannot seem to be assed anymore to actually sit down and plan out my thoughts, or even produce something stream of consciousness. I think this all comes down to a lack of time in which I'm forced to sit in one place doing nothing, anymore.
So here I am. I want to say something encouraging to the process. Something saying I'm turning this blog around like, "I plan to start this again". That though would be a lie. I have no such plans. To be very honest, tonight I just was talking to a friend, and something came up that made me think. And it made me want to voice my thoughts, even if constantly in my head, I'm still censoring myself.
That was part of the reason I stopped though. Despite my knowledge that nobody would ever read this blog outside my family, the idea of posting my journal, and posting my thoughts like this was always very appealing. It was like an open letter, airing my grievances, my thoughts, my feelings. It helped me deal with things from day to day, and I didn't care what people thought at first. In a lot of very meaningful ways, it helped me a lot.
I'm proud of a lot of the stuff I did with this blog. The censoring though, the stuff I had to learn not to do, for fear people would be offended... It hurt. I needed to be able to say whatever I wanted, and I had lost my outlet.
So, there it is. What I am willing to say right now. It's not well laid out, or always making perfect sense, but there it is. The old standard would be 'Until next time...' right here, but I'm not going to make the suggestion that I'll be back here.
I have to think about certain things that I'm not sure I'm ready to confront yet. The end results terrify me.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
The Post Below
Before you even look at it, I want to explain myself on the subject of the post directly below this one. Before I do that though, I want you to scroll over and click on the link that says "Justice?" on the right hand side of the screen. Read that over, and when done, come back here before reading the post below this one
Last week, I was involved in a fight with someone, and the poem two posts below was the end result. I was particularly proud of this poem, and as I am now active on Deviant Art, I posted it there as well.
I found that the poem was well written, straight from the heart, and I thought it flowed well. I was praised by one of the other individuals involved in the fight, and I thought the matter closed.
A few hours ago, another of those involved in the fight saw the poem. They looked at it, and as they told me, got two lines in before they decided that they were under attack.
Now if you followed my instructions, you will have your first impressions of that poem. I have been told by three different readers that they thought that I had gotten into a fight either with a couple, or was involved in a fight with a couple. This was the first impression of three different people. I mention this, because I am challenging the claim that it is obvious who the poem is about.
Next I challenge anyone's right to demand I should remove something because they feel offended by it. One can feel offense all they want, but this is Canada. I have a write to the freedom of my expression in the media that I choose. I choose the written word.
If people have a problem with that, then I would say fine. If people want to be angry, fine. It is when I am threatened with having my accounts hacked, and not for the first time, that I take issue. I will not stand for it, and as a result, I have had to change the passwords on most of my accounts. This has gone too far, and I will not be censored in such a rude and arrogant manner.
I make the following promise to those who would threaten to delete any post of mine. If any post of mine is deliberately deleted in a quest to censor me, I will take the hard copy, and I keep hard copies of just about everything, and I will photocopy it. I will then do whatever it takes to make sure that as many people as possible see it. I will post them to every major internet discussion board, I will post them to telephone poles, I will put copies in envelopes and distribute them myself. I say none of this with the expectation that I will ever have to do it. I trust that those who I say this to, and the one who made the threat knows who he or she is, understands that I mean what I say.
Anyways, returning to my point, I found myself threatened by this person. They perceived my poem as an attack, and immediately demanded the removal of the poem. I refused, and the threat was made that my account would be hacked onto, and the poem erased. My passwords have been subsequently changed, and ultimatums delivered, as seen just one scant paragraph above, in angry spiteful words. I then started typing, and what is seen below is what emerged.
I know that the final results of what lays below seems to be contradicted by this, but I would point out that I am not attempting art with this post. I am making a point. A very important one.
The point is, stop taking my posts to be outright attacks. They are not, unless I say they are. I am not the type of person to attack a person behind their back, I will be upfront, as I am being with this post. I may not tell the person this is aimed at that I've posted this, but they will look at it eventually.
Also, I will write about what happens to me if I want. I will not use names, at least not real ones anyways. However, this does not mean I will not reference those people around me. I will as much as I want.
Finally, then you can go read the post below this one, I notice that I am allowed to write good things about people, but not bad. What is with this self-serving hypocrisy. I will not mention what I am talking about, as it would make who I am talking about obvious, but I will call the person I am talking about a hypocrite.
I was thanked and praised for that one, but the slightest allusion to an event that portrayed the same person in a negative light results in threats of censorship and a hacking of my account. Nice and classy there.
This is not a nice post, but I feel better now.
I am aware people will be angry for this one, but I see no need for a similar post to ever happen again now that I've said all this.
It is necessary that this remain. It is necessary for three reasons. First, the piece below needs an intro. Second, that ultimatum needs to be written down, because I mean it. I want it in writing. Finally, this is how I feel, and if I try to express myself otherwise, I will not sound as sincere or collected.
Until next time...
Last week, I was involved in a fight with someone, and the poem two posts below was the end result. I was particularly proud of this poem, and as I am now active on Deviant Art, I posted it there as well.
I found that the poem was well written, straight from the heart, and I thought it flowed well. I was praised by one of the other individuals involved in the fight, and I thought the matter closed.
A few hours ago, another of those involved in the fight saw the poem. They looked at it, and as they told me, got two lines in before they decided that they were under attack.
Now if you followed my instructions, you will have your first impressions of that poem. I have been told by three different readers that they thought that I had gotten into a fight either with a couple, or was involved in a fight with a couple. This was the first impression of three different people. I mention this, because I am challenging the claim that it is obvious who the poem is about.
Next I challenge anyone's right to demand I should remove something because they feel offended by it. One can feel offense all they want, but this is Canada. I have a write to the freedom of my expression in the media that I choose. I choose the written word.
If people have a problem with that, then I would say fine. If people want to be angry, fine. It is when I am threatened with having my accounts hacked, and not for the first time, that I take issue. I will not stand for it, and as a result, I have had to change the passwords on most of my accounts. This has gone too far, and I will not be censored in such a rude and arrogant manner.
I make the following promise to those who would threaten to delete any post of mine. If any post of mine is deliberately deleted in a quest to censor me, I will take the hard copy, and I keep hard copies of just about everything, and I will photocopy it. I will then do whatever it takes to make sure that as many people as possible see it. I will post them to every major internet discussion board, I will post them to telephone poles, I will put copies in envelopes and distribute them myself. I say none of this with the expectation that I will ever have to do it. I trust that those who I say this to, and the one who made the threat knows who he or she is, understands that I mean what I say.
Anyways, returning to my point, I found myself threatened by this person. They perceived my poem as an attack, and immediately demanded the removal of the poem. I refused, and the threat was made that my account would be hacked onto, and the poem erased. My passwords have been subsequently changed, and ultimatums delivered, as seen just one scant paragraph above, in angry spiteful words. I then started typing, and what is seen below is what emerged.
I know that the final results of what lays below seems to be contradicted by this, but I would point out that I am not attempting art with this post. I am making a point. A very important one.
The point is, stop taking my posts to be outright attacks. They are not, unless I say they are. I am not the type of person to attack a person behind their back, I will be upfront, as I am being with this post. I may not tell the person this is aimed at that I've posted this, but they will look at it eventually.
Also, I will write about what happens to me if I want. I will not use names, at least not real ones anyways. However, this does not mean I will not reference those people around me. I will as much as I want.
Finally, then you can go read the post below this one, I notice that I am allowed to write good things about people, but not bad. What is with this self-serving hypocrisy. I will not mention what I am talking about, as it would make who I am talking about obvious, but I will call the person I am talking about a hypocrite.
I was thanked and praised for that one, but the slightest allusion to an event that portrayed the same person in a negative light results in threats of censorship and a hacking of my account. Nice and classy there.
This is not a nice post, but I feel better now.
I am aware people will be angry for this one, but I see no need for a similar post to ever happen again now that I've said all this.
It is necessary that this remain. It is necessary for three reasons. First, the piece below needs an intro. Second, that ultimatum needs to be written down, because I mean it. I want it in writing. Finally, this is how I feel, and if I try to express myself otherwise, I will not sound as sincere or collected.
Until next time...
Sunday, December 23, 2007
My Older Style of Writing
You know what is somewhat depressing? Looking back upon your older works, your old posts, your old writing, poetry and short stories. Reading back through them, having a good laugh, thinking about how you used to view the world. Looking back and realizing that you have not improved at writing in the slightest.
I was recently looking back upon my post "I Wish You a Merry Christmas" and marvelled at a few things. I noticed that since then, my religious and political beliefs have matured and settled. I noticed, upon reading through this post and a few others that my writing used to be much more interesting. I could make sentences flow together and sound exactly how I wanted them to without any effort at all. There was no worries of using the correct words, as everything just flowed from my head to the page. I could write three or four pieces in the space of two hours.
And the writing was good. I really enjoyed it, and I was good at it, at least in my opinion.
These days, it seems that writing the way I used to is harder. It takes more concentration, which I cannot seem to muster these days, and I can never seem to work out how to just sit and write. The atmosphere is never right, despite almost always having writing materials.
I wish so much that I could simply write like I used to. Without effort, without a hint of self consciousness. Write without worrying about what people would think, and write what I truly felt.
Until next time...
I was recently looking back upon my post "I Wish You a Merry Christmas" and marvelled at a few things. I noticed that since then, my religious and political beliefs have matured and settled. I noticed, upon reading through this post and a few others that my writing used to be much more interesting. I could make sentences flow together and sound exactly how I wanted them to without any effort at all. There was no worries of using the correct words, as everything just flowed from my head to the page. I could write three or four pieces in the space of two hours.
And the writing was good. I really enjoyed it, and I was good at it, at least in my opinion.
These days, it seems that writing the way I used to is harder. It takes more concentration, which I cannot seem to muster these days, and I can never seem to work out how to just sit and write. The atmosphere is never right, despite almost always having writing materials.
I wish so much that I could simply write like I used to. Without effort, without a hint of self consciousness. Write without worrying about what people would think, and write what I truly felt.
Until next time...
Sunday, August 05, 2007
Hiatus
I don't like posting as much as I used to, this is a simple fact. I do not have the motivation to do it, I do not have the time to do it, and I do not have the material. The incentives for me to post have been ripped away from me steadily over the course of my time posting here. This has made it so that it is no longer enjoyable to post my feelings in this forum. It is far better for me to not mention any of them, because the 'conversations' that I am forced to have with certain people, feels more like some sort of inquisition, and it feels that my points of view are scrutinized unduly.
I do not enjoy writing when I have to be censored. This is a simple fact. I like being able to rant and rave about whatever thing makes me angry, or sad, or simply makes me laugh; without my viewpoint being belittled, or thought of as irrational. I do not like having to defend my viewpoint itself, simply because someone does not agree with it. I like saying I am pissed off at my parents if I am pissed off at my parents. I like being able to say exactly how my brother has struck my last nerve if I want. I want to be able to tell whatever fraction of the world reads this whatever I want, whenever I want, moderated only by what I feel is right.
Obviously that's not going to happen, it's ridiculous, and more than a bit selfish to actually go ahead and do it. One must censor themselves a bit. They would alienate everyone around themselves otherwise. I would however like to be able to not be attacked for some posts that I make, and belittled for others.
On occasion I will make a post. Something innocuous, but what will end up happening, is that I will have to engage in talk after talk about some small part of what I discussed in the post. Something that after posting, I feel better about, or I have no desire to discuss. Other times, I'll post a fairly blatant concern, and I will never hear the end of it, especially if it strikes a chord with those around me.
Not every post is directed at everyone, many are directed at absolutely nobody in particular. Some are just done for my benefit, to make me feel better. Once I post them, I usually have no further desire to talk about the issue. I frankly do not like talking about what I write about more often than not. I am not good at verbalizing my thoughts. It takes me too long, and I end up tripping over my words. Whereas when I write, I can plan out each statement before I submit it.
I have tried other options, not posting, posting under private mode, and simply posting elsewhere, and what the problem always is, is that I enjoy the illusion that other people outside my circle of friends and family could read this. I obviously do not suffer under this illusion, but the fact is, the chance that someone could happen upon my writing, is a motivator to write. The problem though is, that I like writing as Robert Clark, and not any of my online aliases. It makes it more personal for me, but sadly brings it home to those around me.
So it is with this, that I announce an indefinite hiatus from posting, until I can figure out what I am going to do. I may post during this time, but I doubt it.
I don't enjoy the pressure I feel whenever I post. I do not enjoy not being able to express myself, and I don't enjoy having my feelings scrutinized. There are certainly positives, but in my mind at least, the cons outweigh the pros.
Until next time...
I do not enjoy writing when I have to be censored. This is a simple fact. I like being able to rant and rave about whatever thing makes me angry, or sad, or simply makes me laugh; without my viewpoint being belittled, or thought of as irrational. I do not like having to defend my viewpoint itself, simply because someone does not agree with it. I like saying I am pissed off at my parents if I am pissed off at my parents. I like being able to say exactly how my brother has struck my last nerve if I want. I want to be able to tell whatever fraction of the world reads this whatever I want, whenever I want, moderated only by what I feel is right.
Obviously that's not going to happen, it's ridiculous, and more than a bit selfish to actually go ahead and do it. One must censor themselves a bit. They would alienate everyone around themselves otherwise. I would however like to be able to not be attacked for some posts that I make, and belittled for others.
On occasion I will make a post. Something innocuous, but what will end up happening, is that I will have to engage in talk after talk about some small part of what I discussed in the post. Something that after posting, I feel better about, or I have no desire to discuss. Other times, I'll post a fairly blatant concern, and I will never hear the end of it, especially if it strikes a chord with those around me.
Not every post is directed at everyone, many are directed at absolutely nobody in particular. Some are just done for my benefit, to make me feel better. Once I post them, I usually have no further desire to talk about the issue. I frankly do not like talking about what I write about more often than not. I am not good at verbalizing my thoughts. It takes me too long, and I end up tripping over my words. Whereas when I write, I can plan out each statement before I submit it.
I have tried other options, not posting, posting under private mode, and simply posting elsewhere, and what the problem always is, is that I enjoy the illusion that other people outside my circle of friends and family could read this. I obviously do not suffer under this illusion, but the fact is, the chance that someone could happen upon my writing, is a motivator to write. The problem though is, that I like writing as Robert Clark, and not any of my online aliases. It makes it more personal for me, but sadly brings it home to those around me.
So it is with this, that I announce an indefinite hiatus from posting, until I can figure out what I am going to do. I may post during this time, but I doubt it.
I don't enjoy the pressure I feel whenever I post. I do not enjoy not being able to express myself, and I don't enjoy having my feelings scrutinized. There are certainly positives, but in my mind at least, the cons outweigh the pros.
Until next time...
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
I Don't Know
I will level with everyone tonight, I don't really know what I am writing about here. I just felt the need to try and hammer something out.
It seems to me that no matter how hard I try to prod my brain into producing something intelligible, I am completely unable to come up with anything of substance. Meanwhile, the second I do come up with something, I'm in no situation whatsoever to either post or make note of it. It is really quite frustrating. I want to be able to get all of these thoughts out of my head, but it just feels like there is this nagging feeling that something isn't right, and it's distracting me.
Well, I guess instead of having an intelligent posting about my thoughts, or a well thought out but meaningless guide to chair leaning, I shall give you all the normal updates into my life.
Not much is happening on the social front, I have been going out less as of late, trying to keep up with the schoolwork. I'm hoping to do something next weekend, but time will tell, as it frequently seems to.
On the academic front, I'm keeping up. After a few minor blips in physics, I think I'm going to be alright, and with regards to calculus, I only wish I had paid attention the first time through.
On the home front, my uncle has returned from Vancouver, and is temporarily staying with us. I don't see the problem, but there seems to be an general feeling of tension in the air. I'm sure it's just normal family stuff, it is just that I am unaccustomed to having my uncle around this much, so it is more just the 'weird newness', to quote Corner Gas.
And on the western front, all seems quiet.
That's all I suppose.
Until next time...
It seems to me that no matter how hard I try to prod my brain into producing something intelligible, I am completely unable to come up with anything of substance. Meanwhile, the second I do come up with something, I'm in no situation whatsoever to either post or make note of it. It is really quite frustrating. I want to be able to get all of these thoughts out of my head, but it just feels like there is this nagging feeling that something isn't right, and it's distracting me.
Well, I guess instead of having an intelligent posting about my thoughts, or a well thought out but meaningless guide to chair leaning, I shall give you all the normal updates into my life.
Not much is happening on the social front, I have been going out less as of late, trying to keep up with the schoolwork. I'm hoping to do something next weekend, but time will tell, as it frequently seems to.
On the academic front, I'm keeping up. After a few minor blips in physics, I think I'm going to be alright, and with regards to calculus, I only wish I had paid attention the first time through.
On the home front, my uncle has returned from Vancouver, and is temporarily staying with us. I don't see the problem, but there seems to be an general feeling of tension in the air. I'm sure it's just normal family stuff, it is just that I am unaccustomed to having my uncle around this much, so it is more just the 'weird newness', to quote Corner Gas.
And on the western front, all seems quiet.
That's all I suppose.
Until next time...
Monday, January 22, 2007
Blogger Beta
Well, I have relented to Blogger's incessant nagging me to update my blog to the beta version, so here you all go, I have changed it. Over the next few days, I will be adding the appropriate labels to all of my posts, which I hope will have some sort of impact in the end. In all likelyhood, the following labels will be used primarily: Rants, Thoughts, School, Life, Creative Writing, Blogging and News.
I'm not completely sure how all the labeling works, so bear with me, I'm sure I will get the hang of it within a few tries.
In other news, I am going to try to go back to a slightly more active role in blogging. I have a post written out to this effect, and I shall post it sometime soon. Also I have something that would definitely qualify as news.
So what I am trying to say is to stay tuned. There will be some changes, and a glorious return to activity.
Until next time...
I'm not completely sure how all the labeling works, so bear with me, I'm sure I will get the hang of it within a few tries.
In other news, I am going to try to go back to a slightly more active role in blogging. I have a post written out to this effect, and I shall post it sometime soon. Also I have something that would definitely qualify as news.
So what I am trying to say is to stay tuned. There will be some changes, and a glorious return to activity.
Until next time...
Monday, October 30, 2006
One Year Anniversary
Wow... Just wow...
I was looking at my front page and I realized, I have hit the year marker. It was last week on the twenty-fourth.
I have written some poems, a short story, some guides on how to do things, and I don't know how many rants over this past year, and I look back at it all, and I must say, while I have said some things I may not agree with now, I am proud of it.
So what is in the future?
Lots of stuff. I am currently writing "1001 Ways to be an Asshole", and if all goes well, I'll get to 1001 someday, I'm currently in the early 100's. Also up, are some thoughts on university, and the craziness of the system, though to be honest, I am impressed so far. Finally, maybe if you guys are lucky, you will see some more creative work.
So keep watching guys, there is more to be had.
Until next time...
I was looking at my front page and I realized, I have hit the year marker. It was last week on the twenty-fourth.
I have written some poems, a short story, some guides on how to do things, and I don't know how many rants over this past year, and I look back at it all, and I must say, while I have said some things I may not agree with now, I am proud of it.
So what is in the future?
Lots of stuff. I am currently writing "1001 Ways to be an Asshole", and if all goes well, I'll get to 1001 someday, I'm currently in the early 100's. Also up, are some thoughts on university, and the craziness of the system, though to be honest, I am impressed so far. Finally, maybe if you guys are lucky, you will see some more creative work.
So keep watching guys, there is more to be had.
Until next time...
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Boredom
Well faithful blog readers, while my life does seem to be a hotbed of activity lately, I just cant seem to get in the writing mood about it, so I shall write about the time I have been spending sitting in front of my computer screen.
As you may or may not know, I have recently all but stopped playing Puzzle Pirates. I have also broken out of my shell, something I have been trying to do for years. I have basically done all that I have set out to do.
Now the problem is that I have nothing to do on my computer other than chat with people, listen to music and play trivia on Afternet. What is a guy to do?
So, I now open it to you my readers. Post me the links to your blogs, your livejournals and your Spaces, be they yours or MSN's. I shall read to kill the boredom.
Until next time...
As you may or may not know, I have recently all but stopped playing Puzzle Pirates. I have also broken out of my shell, something I have been trying to do for years. I have basically done all that I have set out to do.
Now the problem is that I have nothing to do on my computer other than chat with people, listen to music and play trivia on Afternet. What is a guy to do?
So, I now open it to you my readers. Post me the links to your blogs, your livejournals and your Spaces, be they yours or MSN's. I shall read to kill the boredom.
Until next time...
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Workspace
I hath reclaimed my workspace. I have cleared out the crap from my dresser and have made room on my dresser for the game set my parents bought me for my birthday. Now I have room on my desk for space not only to work, but to write as well.
At long last, my desk is clean. I have been meaning to do this for months.
Huzzah, my creative spirit is free to flow freely onto the page.
Until next time...
At long last, my desk is clean. I have been meaning to do this for months.
Huzzah, my creative spirit is free to flow freely onto the page.
Until next time...
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Blogging Milestones
Something happened recently that is a true milestone for my blog. As of my most recent post about Trent University, I have hit one hundred posts.
In my last one hundred posts, I complained, I ranted and I generally got stuff off my chest. What lies in store for me in my next hundred posts? Only time will tell.
Until next time...
In my last one hundred posts, I complained, I ranted and I generally got stuff off my chest. What lies in store for me in my next hundred posts? Only time will tell.
Until next time...
Monday, April 17, 2006
Comments Continued
I am getting my first non-spam comments from people I do not know. This means that my opinion is actually being heard by people. This is a great day for Muddled Mind, as it means that my opinion officially matters to others.
What is even better though, is that the commenter returned and made another comment. I subsequently visited their blog and realized that truly this person is not just out to spam.
I feel very good right now; my opinions, my beliefs and my daily complaints and ponderings are being heard, not just by members of my family, but by the whole world. Or at least one person with another blog.
In any case I feel good.
Until next time...
What is even better though, is that the commenter returned and made another comment. I subsequently visited their blog and realized that truly this person is not just out to spam.
I feel very good right now; my opinions, my beliefs and my daily complaints and ponderings are being heard, not just by members of my family, but by the whole world. Or at least one person with another blog.
In any case I feel good.
Until next time...
Sunday, April 09, 2006
My Return to the World of Blogging
Well, here I am, back to writing out my blog posts before I post them. I finally found that free time I was looking for, so here I am.
As I write this, I am sitting in a work room with a student who is writing a social studies test. I write not with my mechanical pencil, or in my notebook from my writing bag, but with a primary pencil and an exercise book I found in the adjoining room.
I have come to realize that I have missed writing my blog. My ability to let other people know what I have been thinking... And while I have posted a few times in the past month or so, they have all been spur of the moment posts, and even then they have been few and far between. Also I have missed writing my more creative posts, such as they are.
So here it is, my glorious return to blogging. I resolve to write more, and to actually post when I do. I resolve to get back to writing creatively, and I resolve to make time for my blog; to seek out the chances for writing that I need.
I have finally figured out what kind of free time I need... The free time I need, is time I should be spending working... ie. Accounting class or when I am supposed to be closely watching a student...
So there you have it... My pledge to return from my semi-hiatus. Let us see if I can keep my promise...
Until next time...
As I write this, I am sitting in a work room with a student who is writing a social studies test. I write not with my mechanical pencil, or in my notebook from my writing bag, but with a primary pencil and an exercise book I found in the adjoining room.
I have come to realize that I have missed writing my blog. My ability to let other people know what I have been thinking... And while I have posted a few times in the past month or so, they have all been spur of the moment posts, and even then they have been few and far between. Also I have missed writing my more creative posts, such as they are.
So here it is, my glorious return to blogging. I resolve to write more, and to actually post when I do. I resolve to get back to writing creatively, and I resolve to make time for my blog; to seek out the chances for writing that I need.
I have finally figured out what kind of free time I need... The free time I need, is time I should be spending working... ie. Accounting class or when I am supposed to be closely watching a student...
So there you have it... My pledge to return from my semi-hiatus. Let us see if I can keep my promise...
Until next time...
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Elections Ontario
As boring as it was working in the federal election, I have signed up to work for Elections Ontario in the coming by-election. I shall be a poll clerk. Let the voting begin!
In all seriousness, I must have lost my mind to do this again. I know how boring it is, why am I putting myself through it. I could just pick up extra shifts at my job... Oh well.
I shall be there on March 30... crossing names off a list. How exciting. Expect another fascinating post, in the fashion of "Tales of Elections Canada"
Until next time...
In all seriousness, I must have lost my mind to do this again. I know how boring it is, why am I putting myself through it. I could just pick up extra shifts at my job... Oh well.
I shall be there on March 30... crossing names off a list. How exciting. Expect another fascinating post, in the fashion of "Tales of Elections Canada"
Until next time...
Comment Spammers
It has been a nice four months I have had without comment spamming. I opened up to the world, I showed everyone what I was thinking, and I broke new ground in my creative writing. Ironically it was my "Where has my Inspiration Gone?" post that got not one, but two spam comments.
Now I am not one to go off the deep end at these people, the comments are easy enough to delete. It is what they were spamming that bugged me. It was the blatantly adult nature of the stuff they posted that offended me. Where in my blog do I make any kind of reference to that kind of stuff? Why pick my little corner of obscurity to spray your cyber-grafitti on?
The first spam comment was a seemingly innocuous one, it was the classic "Oh, I like your blog. I will bookmark it. Here is my blog". These don't bother me in the slightest. It is the second comment that bugged me... It was a list of links to all kind of extremely adult websites, of which I can only assume would have swamped your computer with all kinds of horrible spyware.
I will say this... These people need to go and get a clue. Go harass a forum of some sort, or troll some large chat room. The fact of the matter is that while you are good at being annoying, you are not being very efficient about it. My blog does not have a large readership so you are not actually getting very far with your spam.
I can not get over why my blog was targeted over some chat room or forum. I moderate my blog just as well as your average forum does, if not better. Why not harass them... you may actually get some hits. Also, and this more a statement to the second commenter; you may want to consider a less obvious approach. Perhaps trick people into going, rather than enticing idiots into clicking into an obvious trap. None of my readers are idiots... not a single one, other than you I suppose.
Anyways... In a way I guess I am grateful. You sparked a rant, which is not something I have had sparked in me for a few weeks now.
Until next time...
Now I am not one to go off the deep end at these people, the comments are easy enough to delete. It is what they were spamming that bugged me. It was the blatantly adult nature of the stuff they posted that offended me. Where in my blog do I make any kind of reference to that kind of stuff? Why pick my little corner of obscurity to spray your cyber-grafitti on?
The first spam comment was a seemingly innocuous one, it was the classic "Oh, I like your blog. I will bookmark it. Here is my blog". These don't bother me in the slightest. It is the second comment that bugged me... It was a list of links to all kind of extremely adult websites, of which I can only assume would have swamped your computer with all kinds of horrible spyware.
I will say this... These people need to go and get a clue. Go harass a forum of some sort, or troll some large chat room. The fact of the matter is that while you are good at being annoying, you are not being very efficient about it. My blog does not have a large readership so you are not actually getting very far with your spam.
I can not get over why my blog was targeted over some chat room or forum. I moderate my blog just as well as your average forum does, if not better. Why not harass them... you may actually get some hits. Also, and this more a statement to the second commenter; you may want to consider a less obvious approach. Perhaps trick people into going, rather than enticing idiots into clicking into an obvious trap. None of my readers are idiots... not a single one, other than you I suppose.
Anyways... In a way I guess I am grateful. You sparked a rant, which is not something I have had sparked in me for a few weeks now.
Until next time...
Monday, March 06, 2006
Where has my Inspiration Gone?
I don't know why I cannot seem to put anything together lately. I just haven't had the spark that I usually do.
I think it may have something to do with not being in normal classes. If this is the case, then I may have a creative spark on Wednesday when I go in for an in-school day.
I can only hope.
Until next time...
I think it may have something to do with not being in normal classes. If this is the case, then I may have a creative spark on Wednesday when I go in for an in-school day.
I can only hope.
Until next time...
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Blog Content
When I started this blog I had no idea of what I was doing. I was going to use it as a vent for all of my frustrations, be they about my life or the world in general. In time the blog grew to be an expression of who I am; my feelings, my beliefs, my complaints and my hopes and dreams. I originally thought that I would post everything I wrote.
I have lost a few posts because I forgot to post them, or they lost their relevance in the time it took to post them. There were also a small number of posts that I actually lost the original copies of.
I think my first conscious decision not to post something came with a stream of consciousness piece I did a few months ago. It revealed a lot about me, but I was not comfortable showing some of the things that it showed to the world.
Lately there have been instances where I have been censoring myself. This may be to avoid my blog looking silly, or to keep certain things personal, or to not offend others. I have become acutely aware of the danger of offending others in the past few weeks.
I do not blog to offend others, but it seems that I have, especially some of those among my friends and family. For that, I am truly sorry. Anything that I have written was not meant to offend, but rather to vent. As such I will no longer be posting about my friends and family until they tell me it is alright to do so.
Due to this fact, I may be posting less often now. I will continue to write about politics, my blog in general, webcomics, some of my thoughts, and I will continue to post most of my creative work. I will however not be posting many of my rants, some of my complaints, and the tales of my life. This is not an attack on anyone, but it is rather my attempt to apologize to those that I have hurt with my posts, and to make up for them.
There are three people that I am not apologizing to in this post. They are the people featured in the posts: “Slander… It’s a Horrible Thing” and “Revenge upon the Child of Evil”. Those three people owe me an apology.
In conclusion, I am sorry. I sincerely apologize to all of those that I owe an apology to due to my rudeness and lack of consideration.
Until next time…
I have lost a few posts because I forgot to post them, or they lost their relevance in the time it took to post them. There were also a small number of posts that I actually lost the original copies of.
I think my first conscious decision not to post something came with a stream of consciousness piece I did a few months ago. It revealed a lot about me, but I was not comfortable showing some of the things that it showed to the world.
Lately there have been instances where I have been censoring myself. This may be to avoid my blog looking silly, or to keep certain things personal, or to not offend others. I have become acutely aware of the danger of offending others in the past few weeks.
I do not blog to offend others, but it seems that I have, especially some of those among my friends and family. For that, I am truly sorry. Anything that I have written was not meant to offend, but rather to vent. As such I will no longer be posting about my friends and family until they tell me it is alright to do so.
Due to this fact, I may be posting less often now. I will continue to write about politics, my blog in general, webcomics, some of my thoughts, and I will continue to post most of my creative work. I will however not be posting many of my rants, some of my complaints, and the tales of my life. This is not an attack on anyone, but it is rather my attempt to apologize to those that I have hurt with my posts, and to make up for them.
There are three people that I am not apologizing to in this post. They are the people featured in the posts: “Slander… It’s a Horrible Thing” and “Revenge upon the Child of Evil”. Those three people owe me an apology.
In conclusion, I am sorry. I sincerely apologize to all of those that I owe an apology to due to my rudeness and lack of consideration.
Until next time…
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
Blog Stuff Continued
I will get webcomic of the week up on the site either today or tomorrow. Tales from Elections Canada will take about a week, but I do have a short story for you all that I will be updating shortly.
Sorry all.
Until next time...
Sorry all.
Until next time...
Monday, January 23, 2006
Blog Stuff
I will be doing Webcomic of the week tomorrow...
I will also present to you a special feature. Tales of Elections Canada... It is a journal of my day today at a polling station.
Until next time...
I will also present to you a special feature. Tales of Elections Canada... It is a journal of my day today at a polling station.
Until next time...
Thursday, January 12, 2006
My Blog
I am now posting this blog on MSN Spaces as well as here.
I am posting the same posts on both, and I will continue to do so for some time as it is no real trouble to do so. I like the posting style here, because I am used to it and the fact is that people know this address better. I post on MSN Spaces because it has easy photo uploads, I get lots of comments and my links are easier to put up.
So here we go into a new era of my blogging.
Visit the mirror at Muddled Mind.
Until next time...
I am posting the same posts on both, and I will continue to do so for some time as it is no real trouble to do so. I like the posting style here, because I am used to it and the fact is that people know this address better. I post on MSN Spaces because it has easy photo uploads, I get lots of comments and my links are easier to put up.
So here we go into a new era of my blogging.
Visit the mirror at Muddled Mind.
Until next time...
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