Jobless Life in ChiTown...and Blogs

Chicago, USA is rockin' good times. I went to Hideout last night to be inspired from a slew of female writers, and while listening to the lineup it occurred to me: one is truly not with the times unless he or she has a fucking blog. What's the deal with blogs? Where went the days when we would communicate via flesh-to-flesh at lunch? What happened to a time when one writer would say to another writer: bring me your manuscript, you know, when I see you at lunch next weekend? Alas, the technological revolution has landed us on this new planet. A planet never known to man before. The planet of Blogs. 

So fuck those lunches. Now, the new invite into one's writer's mind sounds like--even to strangers--"check out my blog." Or perhaps, for the star-struck types who are struck over those who, sorry, but are not really stars, "oh my god! I read her blog every day!" Where do these people find the time? 

Because truth be told, I don't really have a lot of time. No, I'm too busy vacuuming the 1x1 foot patch of rug I have next to my desk. And the watering of the plants. How about the three emails I must respond to? Looking on craigslist for jobs? And shit, that's tiring. So it takes me quite a while to smoke a cigarette here and there; naturally, to relieve myself from the stress...of looking for a job of course.

I also occasionally throw attempts at honing my hackey-sackying skills. And there are those Chinese chime-balls that I must fuss with--always in my right hand; I can't seem to work them around in my left; maybe in my next prayer to god for the job of my dreams, I'll also toss in a little "and can you please make me ambidextrous?" 

But now don't get me wrong, I think it's wonderful that we can reach the masses with our I-write-for-a-living-well-really-I-work-at-Walmart-and-say-I-write-because-I-have-this-lame-blog blogs. But really, I don't judge. If you work for Walmart, you probably are the best writer in the world. After all, you've probably got to keep yourself busy from those thoughts that constantly creep into your brain: this job blows. So right, instead of going bust in the brain over depressing thoughts like that, you think, wouldn't it be a good idea to start a blog and really launch my free-lancing writing career into another galaxy? 

And it works. You're doing it. You hate blogs. You love writing. You don't work at Walmart. And life isn't that bad. Here's to blogs. The thoughts all started in Chi-town USA. Best city in the world.