At 12:07 PM,
Star Drifter posted the following:
I left my cellphone off all day yesterday, and hadn't realized it. But when I got home and turned it on, I had received a text message from the phone company. So, now I have voice mail and text messaging. Yes, I'm slowly turning into everything I mock. Speaking of which...
I've been writing a lot of lyrics, but low on energy to put them to music for this project. I'll be starting a second "fictional" blog soon to get into the protagonist's head a little more. And hey, to have fun. Of course, I'll still be posting here too. So far I've mostly been working on Act 1. I'm taking pot shots at modern "powerpop" style punk, angst-metal, and - for laughs - classic rock. A character who was previously being called "Prozac Peg," has been renamed "Antidepressant Annie." It makes for more tasteful but still spiteful rhyming schemes while removing any worry that mp3.com may reject it based on using a name-brand in such an unflattering light. The accompanying freedom from that worry means I can focus on saying other naughty things.
I don't know, folks. I can be spiteful, but one thing I won't do is stew in a pool of self pity. It seems to be an unpopular idea these days. It's as though being sad and saying "I can't find a way to stop being sad," is a more approved lifestyle than saying, "I think I'll try shaping my life one piece at a time, and then see how I feel." As I thumb through other blogs (rarely, but I do) I see others saying the same. The
Boy Named Craven will grow from trapping himself in his own sadness and helping others keep him there, to understanding that happiness has to come in some reflection and a lot of world-building.
