So I had this image in my mind to design a new background for this blog, but when I tested it out I realized I'd have to reduce the resolution quality down to under 300k, which really pissed me off so much that I gave up so now this is all it is. The name was gonna be different, with rainbow splatters spaying out of the frog. But fuck it, I Then I realized that's exactly why I'm pissed off about a lot of things. I usually compromise, and settle for less than less of what I envisioned, or wanted. Does it really matter? May - maybe not. Sure I could purchase a blog, and do exactly what I want, but then I would actually have to make the blog more than what I originally wanted in the first place; which was something sort of just thrown together.
So anyways this is all it is.
Why did it matter? I don't know. I wanted something that sort of expressed a little bit of rage with our government reaching in an squeezing the life out of free expression. Something a little unique. I haven't Googled arms breaking through backgrounds to capture purple frogs yet, so it might not even be that original anyways. Pointless? Of course.
Have you ever had the feeling everything has already been done, and there really isn't anything new? Frustrated with feeling so bland forced to swallow regurgitated pop culture to the point that you really do wish the space aliens would invade?
This weekend I caught the movie The Sunset Limited on HBO, and surprisingly it actually made me realize I'm not the only person that sees life as an eventual path to closing every door until there is only one. Luckily for me, I'm still quite somewhat pleased with my own vanity so I'm in no way looking forward to an end as of yet. If you can sit through watching 2 men debate philosophies for 90 minutes, I highly recommend it.
Spring is here and the bees are zoning the yard. The sun, and weather has been quite beautiful lately so I'll settle with that.
oh my god---you're frustrated with your new blog layout, and yet, somehow you have still mastered that horrible monster known as HTML??? My god, that shit gives me a headache.
ReplyDeleteYes, I do get the feeling that nothing is new any longer, and it sometimes makes me ineffably sad. But then, what doesn't? Oh yeah...that's why I was gonna have a whisky...
Everything HAS been done before. That's why style is so important. You can't do anything original. But you can do the tried-and-true with your own brand of style.
ReplyDeleteKaren, I don't know a lot of HTML. I just hate making sharp pristine images that come out reduced into globulos JPEG lumps. I'm looking at the fist right now, and it's exactly not how I wanted it. It was supposed to be sharp & crisp with soft blends into hard contrasts. Blah.
ReplyDeleteI don't do whiskey. I'm still waiting on legalized marijuana. Hoipefully by the time I'm 80 the new gen bratts will legalize it.
LBB, yes I agree, but I still feel inhibited in presenting that style. When people smoked weed in the 60s & 70s music was much better. I'm hoping people learn of its true creative potential. Look at Lady Gaga, is that not proof of the kind of shit you can come up with?
You should never settle Bennet.
ReplyDeleteBut feeling like it's all been done before is something felt by others, some have made up words for it.
This one for example.
You will appreciate this Bennet. The word is
hiybbprqag,n.
"The feeling that everything has already been done, that the experiment of human culture long ago filled its petri dish and now just feeds on itself, endlessly crossbreeding old clichés into a radioactive ooze of sadness."
From The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
Cooper, thanks, that did make me feel better until I realized they categorized something I've denoted for years.
ReplyDeleteI get daily robo emails fro Urban Dictionary, and coincidentally today it was:
Perfectionist Paralysis - The inability to start on a project, assignment, essay or any creative task due to the fear of not getting it perfectly right.
Now I have the paranoid feeling that the internet Gods are speaking to me. I bet no one has categorized that yet....
I'll call it phleriadeityhead-speak - When one has a creepy feeling that the internet is a conscious being feeding on your emotions, and thoughts.