Playing in the Shambles

First of all, there’s this.

Now, even though I just expressed similar feelings to a friend (and Googled the exact phrase to come up with this site), I don’t really feel this way. I don’t hate MySpace, but I don’t really trust it, either. I’m not sure why.

Certainly I could get a lot more “action” at a social networking site than just having a random Web site, even one with teh kool blogging software. What I do, when I do it at all, is a lonely, isolated, sort of pointless endeavor.

Hmm. I think I just answered my own question. I’m a lonely, isolated, sort of pointless guy. Not a “social” guy.

And that’s the way I likes it. . . . Except for one thing.

“Alone” does not equal “lonely”.

Why is it whenever I think of something really meaty to write about, I never have time and it seems like I won’t for the foreseeable future?

After getting a few successive nights’ decent sleep, I stayed up all night, mostly trying to master a DVD. For some reason I’ve been obsessed with this project lately. In the process, I’ve learned a few things about video formats, encoding, etc., but barely a drop in the ocean. Still, it’s been fun, and I’ve almost managed to succeed in creating something that passes my picky standards–almost.

Now why can’t I put the same amount of time and concentration into profitable pursuits? Eh, I guess that’s wrongheaded thinking. If you learn and have fun, that’s profit of a sort, right?

Speaking of profitable pursuits, it’s almost time to go and work for a few hours, and then we’ll see if I have the energy to do much besides crash. Knowing me, the afternoon will be a test of endurance (but at least it’s only four hours or so), and by the time it gets dark I’ll be wired again.