please standby

It seems my blog lobe is broken – as is the pretty custom template mojobear has programed for me.

While I’m sure correcting the template will require a few keystrokes, my blog-apathy may require mental CPR.

Correction – I don’t think it’s “blog-apathy” – (especially since I don’t have a blog)… No.. it’s like “cosmic apathy” or something.

I’d write this off to groove-thang misplacement – but I’m starting to think otherwise.

We stopped out for a quick beverage after work yesterday at the watering hole to run into cubpower who’s in EXACTLY the same mental boat. He summed it up pretty well:

“It’s like I can’t get excited about anything.. There’s absolutely nothing to be happy about – if only I could turn on the radio and hear SOME good news.. I’m fighting urges to move to a commune and become a recluse. That and it seems I can’t deal with people right now – without fighting the urge the smack the shit out of them.”

Commiserating with him made me feel a lot better. At least I’m not the only person with this mindset as of late. We plan to have an “Apathy Luncheon” later this week.

I believe in a collective consciousness. Some folks are more sensitive to it than others. Since college I’ve always seemed to be, at times annoyingly, tuned into it. This would probably explain why I enjoy a certain level of success in my soulless career as a extremely marketing-savvy designer.

I’m way better at determining what people want to see and hear than I am at actual “Art”.

“Artist” is just a fancy title I can wear out to parties.. Like a smart handbag – it goes with all of my shoes.

In all brutal abstract honesty: I’m a marginally gifted empath who has a working knowledge of Macromedia FreeHandâ„¢ and PhotoShopâ„¢ and an overworked vocabulary.

wow.. this is all really hurting to write.

I’m stopping now.