Feel My Pain!
I’ve been reading a few blogs here and there looking for a bit of inspiration for the direction I want to take this thing. I am at this point where I feel like I’ve lost a bit of my creative edge. Regular visitors to this site know that I can be a bit flaky in regards to my frequency of posts, but I’ve really been slacking lately. Partially, the problem is that I’ve been kind of busy of late. I’ve been working late more often than not, and on weekends as well. It sort of saps all the humor right out of a person.
But dammit, I have readers! I have almost enough readers to count on two hands - more than that if I count the occassional visitor who stumbles in here from a Google search for voodoo tights, solar water heater france, or mountain dew side effects (actual search strings from my web stats). I owe you all a show, and by golly I’m going to put one on. The question is, what kind of show?
I noticed that many blogs out there fall into two basic pools. There are topical blogs with current events stories and commentary, and there are personal blogs filled with random thoughts and stories. Voodoo Time tends to float more in the latter. So I began investigating those personal blogs for some commonality - an aggregating factor, if you will, that makes a journal-style blog successful. I found several well-read blogs that seem to have a common formula. That formula is teenage depression.
Therefore, I present the new Voodoo Time Dot Com - like it or leave it. I don’t give a crap. Here’s a poem you’ll all hate because you don’t understand me:
The bluebird sings ‘neath yon window sill
As sunlight hits my eye
But the happy song of morning will
Ne’er stop the tears I cry
The vampires of bloody, cold despair
Drink my soured blood
I’m left to die on the carpet where
My arteries do flood
Nevermore shall my broken heart
Make another tick
Nor for breath shall my lips part
Covered in black lipstick
Crap… This isn’t working. I haven’t read enough Anne Rice novels to do this right. And that poem was all out of meter and everything. I think I’m going to have to stop being an angst blogger, and go back to the old format. Sorry if I alienate any of my new goth readers with my return to normality.
Anyway, thanks for sticking around. I’m off to wipe all this black nail polish off. Now what do I do about all these piercings?
Bye for now.