I'm going slightly mad

Blurgh, blurgh, blurgh.

So, I miss blogging. Well, writing in general really. There's the writing-for-news-and-oh-goodness-it's-two-minute-to-the-deadline-rush, the pomp and circumstance and delightful prissiness (YOU NERD) in the top-scoring paper, and there's the single-minded obsession when it comes to long, painstakingly-crafted, unfinished novels I've worked so hard to set up.

But, there's also blogging, and the relief there used to be in having a captive audience to hear me whine. Alas, the captive audience isn't so captive at all. I always find, inevitably, that I grouse about the same old things, without the benefit of a thin veneer of wit to charm strangers, and because there are family and friends reading I end up second-guessing what I'll post in the blog-cum-soapbox.

So I end up silent.

I've given up "Internets Fame" a long time ago, as I have no stamina, braggadocio, biting sarcasm suitably broad enough to appeal to the gamut of Netizens. Hell, my day-to-day lingo is weird enough.

Give me a straight man who can carry a conversation using the vernacular, swardspeak, English, pop culture, geek culture, and the occasional pretentious literary/film quote, without making me want to punt him off the side of a cliff, and I'll jump him.

For serious.