The Blogerati Files: Fingers: The Melville Quotient
This week in the Blogerati Files - "Fingers: The Melville Quotient"
Describe your blog in ten words or less.
A depository for half-realized thoughts and brain-hiccups.
February 2005 - started. Feb. 2 - anniversaire.
Has blogging changed you or enhanced a personality trait?
It's further divided my already compartmentalized brain, but has opened up some dusty old unused rooms in my mind. It has certainly made me be a little more cryptic I think. And now I communicate in bursts and starts and sentence fragments. I live in TRON.
Do you have a favourite post from your blog?
I'm Watching You - well that one and the "bleary eyed cosmos one" from June, but i can't get that link separate for some reason.
Who are your fav blogger(s)?
Alex Blagg: http://blaggblogg.blogspot.com - really funny, sharp and well written.
Wil Wheaton: http://www.wilwheaton.net - god bless you Wesley Crusher.
and this one I like too, even though she's totally self-involved ass. I think I just like it because it reminds me of fun/bad teevee when you're trying to get over a hangover: http://www.raymitheminx.blogspot.com - you know how you're all fuzzed and spaced out and stupid shit seems far more interesting than it really is? Like that.
Best blogger hangout in TO?
Oh come on! We do live in TRON!
Ever met a stranger who already knew you through your blog? How was that?
No, that has never happened. Though, like anyone else with a blog, I get a random comment from someone "out of state."
Lose any friends or muck something up because of a post?
Nope. My girlfriend does not know the web address (not that's even interested). Plus I change it sometimes. Plus I don't write about her or our personal life or any of my friends. Though, if I had a widely read blog like Mr. Wheaton there, I'd have had a hard time not seriously sounding off on a couple of people last year (from the safety of my funny little perch).
What's happening in Toronto right now that the rest of us should be watching?
The regular drunks at Sweaty Betty's on Ossington just north of Queen. I think they (the regular crowd) all sleep in the same bed. They dress the same. They remind me of one of the more androgynous gangs from that old cult classic film "The Warriors." If they went to the big meeting to see Cyrus in the Bronx, they could have been the "Hipster Grinnies." I find it oddly interesting, for a few minutes at a time anyway.
Choose someone, living or dead, to write your biography. Why did you make that choice?
John Kennedy Toole. Why? Just read a Confederacy of Dunces. I wish he wasn't dead, though. That book was great.
You wake up and discover you're a flesh eating zombie. Now that you're undead, who are you gonna mange first?
My boss. Then I'll stagger and lurch over to my last job and put the chomp on the previous boss. After I get those 2 out of the way, it's "old roommate buffet-time."
Anything else you'd like to tell the world?
Go fuck yourselves. Er....I mean, "well World, I figure, if we've gotten this far, we could...uh...go fuck yourselves." But seriously, I would tell the world: "It's not always going to be like this."
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