The Edge of the Internet

Where was I?

Oh right. Having backed away from the scene below the knoll and deciding to spend some quality time elsewhere I strolled off, remebering to walk causaly. Indifferent realities of destinations flashed my mind and since axe murder was not on the topic menu today (It never is unfortunitly) I decided to see if I had any neighbours out here on the edge. After running screaming from the suburban fringe kids who tried to eat me and not in a good way, after being asked once too often how powerful my ram was by one too many sun glass clad men in stained over coats hanging around the porn sites and Don’t even ask me to describe what electric squish I trod in when the pop ups took me to the farming areas, I settled down for a quiet read of my favourite blogs. I may have to wash my brain with bleach and sell my eyes on eBay to recover.

Reading people’s blogs is the new voyeurism of choice for me. It used to be people watching over coffee and newspapers, but this is so much more intimate, so much more warm fuzzies and crisp electric zaps of hugs. It’s a peek in an ear to see peoples gears spinning, a glance down their throats to gaze upon an exposed soul, a quick ear to their chests to hear the pitter pat of angst hearts… ah so much bliss.

But it is now also an exercise in comparison, you know us insecure men always measuring. Now I read a blog and wonder ‘How boring is my life?’, 'Do I honestly have anything to write that would be of interest to anyone?’

Then the dark chuckle rises up my throat and I remember I can always lie.

Like most nerds and geeks (I refuse to capitalizes those words) my life plays out more on the stage in my head and with words then it does with actions.

I’m going to down load Bevin’s book then light a cigarette.
Mmmm… yummy cancer.