Random spurts
I can't remember what I used to write about, or how I managed to write multiple entries in a day. Where did all those words come from? They seem to have stopped flowing lately. I don't think this was induced by anything in particular; I suppose we all go through these phases.
The funny stories are still there -- if yet untold -- as are the jaded ones, the poignant ones, and the whiney ones. I guess some things, like laughter, are best enjoyed in the moment, and a lot of the time, there are linguistic limitations to blogging; language, tone, context, are sometimes too much to cram into words on a page -- like how I can tell you that M and I *compared penis sizes (at a paltry zero inches, I lost), or that I had to explain to X the mechanics of operating an auto car ("Yes, you press on the accelerator to move faster. Yes, you press on the brake to slow down. Yes, you press on the accelerator to move faster again." Repeat 213351 times.), or that I tried to draw the Leaning Tower during Pictionary, only to have my partner guess, rather confidently, "Rocket!" -- but all of those moments lose a little something in translation, and there are times where I wonder if it is worth it to pen down what is left over.
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Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson
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(*No articles of clothing were removed in the making of this blog post.)
The funny stories are still there -- if yet untold -- as are the jaded ones, the poignant ones, and the whiney ones. I guess some things, like laughter, are best enjoyed in the moment, and a lot of the time, there are linguistic limitations to blogging; language, tone, context, are sometimes too much to cram into words on a page -- like how I can tell you that M and I *compared penis sizes (at a paltry zero inches, I lost), or that I had to explain to X the mechanics of operating an auto car ("Yes, you press on the accelerator to move faster. Yes, you press on the brake to slow down. Yes, you press on the accelerator to move faster again." Repeat 213351 times.), or that I tried to draw the Leaning Tower during Pictionary, only to have my partner guess, rather confidently, "Rocket!" -- but all of those moments lose a little something in translation, and there are times where I wonder if it is worth it to pen down what is left over.
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Calvin and Hobbes by Bill Watterson
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(*No articles of clothing were removed in the making of this blog post.)
posted by Laughingcow at 2:40 pm
5 Comments:
That's true!
Sometimes I feel bursts of emotional... absolute rapture of joy or deep feelings of distress or perhaps some annoyance with nasty people etc... and I'd always already start thinking through my mind how to pen all these incidents down into a proper blog post.
But when I get back home, wham! Zero emotion and feeling. So most of the time I tend not to write them down anymore.
Then again, writing about these kinda stuff helps readers to feel more connected with the blogger? I really should start writing more personal stuf fon my blog. :P
I don't get that extra comment on removing clothing. Huh? Is it a private joke? Haha.
And your spam filter is a pain.
it's funny, but i feel that all the time. but i also realise that once sufficiently inspired the writing comes out really fast and furious and it all gets completed in a matter of minutes.
my personal blogging lesson for maximum productivity? write only when i really have something to say and when the sun and moon aligns; and not attempt to squeeze the goose for a golden egg just because the market's calling.;)
just to let u know, but a three volume edition of all the comics has just been released. =)
Raymond: That last part reminded me of something that I read by John Ortberg: "The irony of the masks is that although we wear them to make other people think well of us, they are drawn to us only when we take them off." :) But I wasn't even thinking that far. I was just lamenting about the lack of motivation to write. Or something. I don't know. :p
A: The penis part lah! In case anyone thought that we actually dropped our pants to compare. And even with the filter, I still get personal spam, so the filter will stay for a while. ;)
BoY: "... once sufficiently inspired the writing comes out really fast and furious and it all gets completed in a matter of minutes." Exactly. Hur, some of my longest posts were completed in a shorter time than the shorter ones that I try to squeeze out. But it isn't even the "market" that determines why I feel compelled to write; seems a little strange to call readership that. But I don't know what it is; just that feeling of a tickle at the back of the nose, wanting to sneeze but unable to -- wanting to write something but unable to find the words.
a.l.: You realise that ownership of said volume would render work impossible right? ;)
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