Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Maybe nanowrimo isn't exactly what I'm doing, because I absolutely could not care less about my word count. I wrote for only two or so hours tonight, at a very slow pace that is different from how I used to write. I'm not sure whether this is good or bad. Maybe it's just different.
The other momentous thing I did was that I quit Fakebook! Huzzah! I feel freed. Freed from the conformity and the ridiculous pettiness that is Fakebook and every other site that is similar. Freed from terms such as "status" and "wall," at least used in ways pertaining specific to Fakebook (obviously I'll still say "wall" but at least I'll be talking about an actual wall). Can you see the madness? The true meaning of these words have been violated and warped by greed and idiocy. Leave the language alone! When you say "wall," mean wall! And if you don't mean wall, say "I posted a link to an amusing video to your space on Fakebook on which your friends post amusing videos." Don't say wall. It's not a wall.
Moving on from my rant, my mind has been swimming muddily in the air all day. I'm really sleepy. I don't feel like writing any more.