Wednesday, October 24, 2007

The Sound of White Noise

It's like watching a snowy TV, only in reverse. In this case, all the content is on the air, it's the viewers who are static.

Hey! Yeah, you! The person reading this blog. I'm addressing you! That ClusterMap over there tells me that you've been sneaking around my blog as of late, and yet I hear nothing from you. Not a comment, not an email, nothing.

The only people who have left comments at all in the past year are those who care to be overly negative. You can't all be like that. The odds are totally against that. It'd be really sad if so many people read my blog off and on, just waiting for me to say something that will let them tear into me no-holds-barred. The fact that those dots reset and repopulate every week tells me that some of you are actually here out of some form of curiosity at the very least.

This is probably the third or fourth time I've made a call for comments, and each time I come up empty for the most part. It's about time that cup came back with at least a few drops on the bottom! Seriously: Who are you all? I don't want your life stories, just a nickname and a general location would be great, and maybe even a reason or two why you click through this lousy little blog in the first place.

The nice part about leaving a comment here is, you don't have to sign up for Blogger to do it. You don't have to sign up for anything, for that matter! No spam, no BS, just comments, the way they should be.

I know I have some sort of reader base, it'd be nice to know what kinds of people it's made up of. I mean, hell: Argentina, Sri Lanka, Sweden, the UK, Austrailia, Canada... You're all out there, and you've all listened to me prattle on about mindless crap long enough. Time for you to speak up. Talk to me, people!

T Minus

12 days to go...

Wow. 30. Took bloody forever to get here. Honestly, didn't think I'd make it this far, especially given the last few years of my life. But here I am, none-the-less: The "Big Three-Oh," some call it. In the end, when Monday, November 5th 2007 gives way to Tuesday, November 6th, the day will have been pretty much like any other, with a few exceptions.

I wanna talk Justin into having a Guy Fawkes bonfire if we can get away with it, as well as firing up the system and just having a blast until we decide we've had enough. I'm not looking for a huge party, just something I haven't done before to mark the occasion somewhat quietly.

Well, if you know me, then you know that taking over the Avenue and burning stuff in the backyard is about as quiet as it gets. Heh.

Since I can't drink with the rest of the gang, you might think my night would be spoiled. Not so, really. The recent revelation of a possible stomach ulcer has me drinking water like never before, and I'd rather not experience the pain that sent me to the Mt. Nittany ER at the beginning of the month again. I was never much of a drinker to begin with, so I don't feel like I'm missing out.

I just spent 20 minutes trying to find it, but can't, so a direct cite won't be possible. But I remembered a few years ago, when Wil wrote about turning 30 himself (closest post I could find was this one); He said something to the effect that turning 30 is "taking what you learned the first 30 years and putting all into practical use."

For the next 12 days, I'll be trying to do just that: Figure out what lessons I've learned (which means revisiting the hard ones, joy), and then figuring out what the hell I can do to put it all to practical use.

That should be fun indeed...