The Department of Useless and Ill-Informed Opinions

Hamtastic

I figure I've had just about the right amount of booze tonight to make for some decent writing.

It's something I've both talked about and pondered quite heavily, this idea that my writing improves when I drink. I don't know if that speaks better or worse for me as a writer... Some of our finest writers have been world-class drunks. What occurs to me at times, and quite honestly, scares the shit out of me, is this abstract concept that some day I might write for a living. As in be paid for it. And I wonder how much alcohol I might have to ingest on a daily basis in order to be productive. I mean, are we talking about potential liver damage here?

Meh.

I'm sitting here listening to what is quite honestly the most random On-The-Go Playlist for my iPod that I've ever come up with: a random mix of Jawbox (R.I.P.) and They Might Be Giants, everything I have ripped to the iPod from each band. It's totally illogical, but I wanted to go see J. Robbins in a new side band called Report Suspicious Activity last week and missed it, and I somehow got a random TMBG song stuck in the brain.

Point being... Well I have no point. It's a Thursday night, and I just got done watching Bill and Ted's Bogus Journey for some random reason. Suffice it to say, though, that it'll end up talked about here sooner or later.

I did learn a new phrase today: hamthropologist.

Holy shit. If this isn't a career goal to strive, I don't know what is.

My doctor and the meds I take might disagree though.

New Digs

Well I've imported my entire Blogger site over to here, but this is my first post to the new TypePad place.

Why did I convert from a good, old free site to one I had to pay for? Capitalism, my dear lad.

Not really... I wanted to do something with my http://www.inactualsize.com site, and to get the features I needed, I had to convert.

I liked Blogger, but I felt no real brand loyalty to them or anything like that. Which strangely has a lot to do with the theory under which I'm re-launching Inactual Size. But more on that at another point (especially considering that right at this moment, as I'm writing this, it still points to the old, aborted baseball site).

Anyway, I've been stacking up shit to write about lately. Most of it's general, non-time-specific type stuff, but then I'll get a time-sensitive idea (thanks Dick Cheney) and start to work on that. But inevitably by the time I work it up to the point where I'm pleased enough to publish, it's not all that relevant anymore.

So let's call this not just a re-launch of The Department, but also a renewed commitment to excellence. Or some such load of complete fucking bullshit.