to write or not to write
Content's been a little scarce lately. Nothing new about that. My "New job" dosen't have internet access. Among many other things, like decent pay or any redeemable qualities whatsoever.
Nobody cares when someone writes about blogging, but hey, tough shit.
First off, thanks to everyone that commented down below. It's nice to know that others have been in the same position, and the sympathies are, seriously, very much appreciated.
I don't want to turn this into some goth-kid whine-blog. If I have a tendancy to whine here, it's because I mistake my whining for "Amusing Rants". I've actually deleted several posts over the past week for that very reason. I write them, and then think, "Do all I want people to think is that I'm some overdepressed SNL parody?" That's not who I am, so no. Sometime, I hope to turn those posts into something worth reading, the trick is making them amusing without coming off as a cry for help, or whatever.
I just write about what's going on for me. I'm not looking for a mercyfuck here, it's just the story of my life. Love it or leave it, in the most literal sense.
So, having said that, I want to address this comment:
people are reading your stuff from a former likely place. Just a word of advice if you even care.
The answer to which is, I do and I don't.
Any blogger that claims to not be a narcissist is a liar. I do want a few people to read this trash, and to give feedback. Every once in a while.
The "but": If people don't like what they're reading, great. It's a big internet, this is a very small corner.
Greyhawk of the Mudville Gazette
, who is one of the few bloggers I first discovered and still read, was kind enough to link me and add me to the milblogs ring when I was just getting started.
I'm assuming that this is what the commenter was reffering to; folks surfing the milblogs ring don't want to read somebody bitching about what an evil whore their boss is.
See, I thought about this alot. First I got a link from the Gazette, then from the Llamabutchers. So I started thinking, what kind of stuff would they like to read?
That was the first of many times this blog went dark. I had nothin'. As soon as I started trying to figure readership into the picure, I could do no right.
This is, so far, still a Milblogs site. I'm glad it is, and not because of whatever traffic I get from it; the military is part of me. I do write about military stuff every once in a while, but only when it comes up. Today, the army is no longer a huge factor in my life. Hell, even when I was with the army, I wasn't much of a high-speed soldier; I did my job and didn't get involved with much of the bullshit.
Now that I'm out, it's a memory for me. An especially resonant one, have no doubt, but not a part of my daily life or my most prominent blog stuff. It's something I bring up when it's relevant.
To be honest, there's alot of shit from over there I would just as soon forget.
I'm thinking of turning my war stories into a book. That could be interesting, although very trying. That is not what you will find here, however. This is, as advertised, the poorly typed rantings of an ex-mil, ex-punk, ex-geek. Or maybe none of those "ex"'s. Whatever I am, daily life (or, unfortunatly, weekly life) is the fare. If this crap dosn't fit the expectations of some readers, then, oh well, thanks for visiting and all that.
As a final, humorous note: One of the reasons I'm not worried about losing visitors is I'm currently hitting about 30 some odd people a day, which would be fantastic for me, if it wasn't for the fact that about 95% of them are here looking for the Amityville horror house
. (Currently, I'm the last link on the page, all because I wrote about a haunted house trip. They aren't reading, but at least they're bumping my sitemeter stats).
So, to the folks that read this garbage once every few weeks, thanx. If you aren't finding what you like, then no hard feelings, I'm sure you're all very good people.
Or at least, you know, somewhat good people.