0115: Castles Made Of Sand

Is it okay if I treat this like an old-time blog?

I'm old enough to remember the early 2000's, when everyone had ideas and we weren't all burnt out and exhausted and tweaking from overexposure all the goddamned time, and we were just excited to get on Blogger or LJ or whatever was handy --

(Fun fact: I used to have a personal blog on Vox.com . That was a blog hosting site before it became... whatever the hell it is these days.)

-- and type out whatever inane BS thoughts popped into our heads, or links to the Cool Site Of The Day (I hate the phrase "IYKYK" with every fiber of my existence, but, well, I guess it's an age/era thing).

We were healthier then. We weren't drinking from the slop hose 25/8/367. It was just a different time.

Don't mistake this for nostalgia. I despise nostalgia. Time is a frisbee spinning through space & time, and the future is where we will live the rest of our lives. Billy Joel and John Mellencamp (to name two) suck so bad, not because they're bad musicians (they're very much not) but because they traffic so heavily in nostalgia, whether it was for a time that actually existed or not.

The past has a shit ton of lessons in it, and there was great art and fun had back there, but trust me, you don't want to go back. There's fun now too, even in these harrowing times, and you don't want to give up.

We're already a doomed species; we always were. Life is nasty, brutish, and short enough as it is. Go on, even if you can't go on.

The future is gonna be awesome, even in the scary moments of right now. But you gotta keep going. Do what you can to get yourself there, wherever there is. Everyone else doing the same thing will meet you there, and we'll have the best party ever. Make Pascal's Wager. Bet on the future.

I'm 99% writing this to myself.