wado

I keep wondering if anyone is actually reading this.

I don't "care" per se, because a large part of this is just being able to write in essence these anonymous letters, send them off into whereever, this cyber-void which they say is possibly the only permanent thing mankind can possibly create, seeing as how nothing can ever be deleted. It always exists someplace, but more in the sense of an afterlife.

When you delete an email for instance, you remove it from your virtual house, which is what I have come to think of my inbox as, with visitors stopping by occasionally and the sense of loneliness when there is no one coming round to say hello. You throw that email out though, like burying somebody, and that's that, it's not in your house, in your life anymore, but there is a trace of it, an echo of its existence exists somewhere in far-removed, almost inaccessible realm, where you have no knowledge of whether it has interaction with others.

So this is the first permanent creation of mankind, something which will seemingly never cease to exist. Neat.

Also neat is a book, no idea if its new or not: Me Write Book: A Memoir by Bigfoot. Supposedly this is causing people browsing it in bookstores to laugh so hysterically that they have to be escorted from the store.

Gots to get me some of that. Need a laugh. Although I did rewatch Garden State recently. Zach Braff has a blog by the way. I for some reason think thats neat.

Anyway, I watched it with the intent of trying to figure out who "I" was in the film. I don't have nearly the opinion of myself to say I'm largeman, and I wondered if I was Benson, the guy at the hardware store. But actually, I'm the guy who works with Peter Saarsgard that jumps into the pool and shouts, "Largeman, get in the fucking pool.

I'm that guy.

I feel better knowing this.

I finish (writing) my second novel today. That makes 2 novels, one book of peotry, 5 issue of a comic book, and numerous essays and articles almost all still unpublished. Woo! Peace