Friday, May 13, 2005
if only something unpleasant could happen to Blogger, post-haste.
I'm normally not a rash individual, but I would love to give Blogger some sort of highly painful, embarrassing, and inconvenient venereal disease right now. I spent my first hour at work this morning writing out a long response to Emerson's comment about Arcesia over at the extension. Of course, like an idiot, I didn't save it in Word first. So I type this big long thing up, about how Irwin Chusid's book does a great disservice to people like Daniel Johnston, Jandek, Captain Beefheart, Harry Partch, etc., how insulting it is to equate them with people who are incompetent or whose madness is their sole point of interest, and about how Jandek, in particular, deserves more respect than he gets in Songs in the Key of Z. It was a big long post, five or six paragraphs, and it was probably the most brilliant thing ever written by anybody ever. And then Blogger ate it up, spat it out, stomped on it, took a massive dump all over it, and said, "you know what, no thanks". I didn't save it, it's now gone forever, and I've completely wasted my morning. So yes, please, Blogger, go get fucked, painfully, and with great future debilitation.
I'm normally not a rash individual, but I would love to give Blogger some sort of highly painful, embarrassing, and inconvenient venereal disease right now. I spent my first hour at work this morning writing out a long response to Emerson's comment about Arcesia over at the extension. Of course, like an idiot, I didn't save it in Word first. So I type this big long thing up, about how Irwin Chusid's book does a great disservice to people like Daniel Johnston, Jandek, Captain Beefheart, Harry Partch, etc., how insulting it is to equate them with people who are incompetent or whose madness is their sole point of interest, and about how Jandek, in particular, deserves more respect than he gets in Songs in the Key of Z. It was a big long post, five or six paragraphs, and it was probably the most brilliant thing ever written by anybody ever. And then Blogger ate it up, spat it out, stomped on it, took a massive dump all over it, and said, "you know what, no thanks". I didn't save it, it's now gone forever, and I've completely wasted my morning. So yes, please, Blogger, go get fucked, painfully, and with great future debilitation.
