Diary of a Low Budget Superhero

I may have mentioned this before, but it bears repeating. Facebook, man. Facebook, maaaan! OH but allow me to explain. It's been a couple of years on the Facebook thing, and my brain is now fully rewired, creatively speaking.

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The problem with Facebook, if you're a person with your in-laws and your work mates on there watching all your posts, is that you can't always blurt what you're thinking. Just now, for example, Joe was watching a Radiohead documentary on IFC and I wanted to post, "Is it just me or does anyone else sometimes feel like punching Thom Yorke in the cock?" Not all the time. Just when he gets to keening like a medieval Irish nun. Shut the fuck up, ya douchebag, you sound like five days of relentless rain.

Or it could just be five days of relentless rain talking.

Two movies started about an hour ago, at midnight. I was supposed to be working on an essay, but as I glumly sat, freshly showered and staring down a blinking cursor that was all but mocking inspiration, I couldn't stand the deafening silence. Treading empty pages makes for a lonely night, dudes. So I reached over and mashed some buttons on the remote. And here I am, an hour later.

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I see you over there in the menu bar, Weight Watcher's tab, don't get all lonely because I haven't touched you since summer. I got stuff for you too, I just haven't felt like writing. And you know those Facebook statuses? They've been taking the place of Low Budget Superhero. Almost a decade of writing, and it's coming undone because I can now post my thoughts in 220 character micro-blogs throughout the day and night, getting immediate and satisfying comments from every other obsessive Live Feed button-pusher. You know who you are! I have no legitimate claims to outrage, having been the cheerleader whose rallying whoops enticed at least five people to join. If you're tweeting because of me, I'm sorry.

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I was working on the proof of one of my poems all the morning, and took out a comma. In the afternoon I put it back again. (Oscar Wilde)

There's nothing special about autumn that would necessarily lead to my total abandonment of all writing. No all-consuming life events, no tragic finger injury, no kind of projects or extreme busyness to account for the past six weeks of Low Budget Superhero complete and total silence. Not even a lack of ideas. I've even had IDEAS, lots of 'em, fraught with Sarah Palin, Project Runway, guns, babies, quirky coworkers, School House Rock, cops, "As Seen On TV" products -- y'know, the kind of perfectly inane fodder that could garner a couple hundred words a day, easy.

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Hey peoples. Howdy. I'm ever so glad I made good on my promise to lay off the Facebook. I'm doing SO much writing and feel super-duper good about my creativity!

NOT.

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You would think, having quit local rock, that I'd have scads of extra time now, right? I somehow don't...or, I do but I'm squandering precious time on stupid shit. For example, I probably need to lay off the Facebook thing for awhile. I'm going to reach the end of my life and have to explain to my maker that I never did write the Great American Novel because I was too busy clicking "Hide" on all my friends' efforts to find out who they are...

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I'm here, I'm here! I have just been a lame-ass about writing in Low Budget Superhero.

A funny thing - since I began this diary on April 1, 2000 I'd intended it to be a place where I sort of do prose gymnastics, trying out ideas, telling stories, seeing what I can do about finding a voice. The theory was that I would then develop some real (ie, non-online?) prose and finish some short stories. Maybe a book. But only recently has that happened! I've been doing a lot of writing...offline. And not music reviews, yo.

Randomly reading back into the old entries, I'm gonna say I like my first three years of entries the best. You have to go back to Diaryland for those archives. It's funny. I mean, I was funny. I lost that voice at some point. Back then I was still with Hub and still talking to my family. I guess they were comic fodder. I also had more disposable income and "did" more stuff. More to write about.

I was also a lot stupider.

Happy anniversary to me!

Well! I was going to start putting hints in my seven-year-old online diary (lexikahn.diaryland.com) about this. I was even considering writing "Thirty Days Left" and "Twenty-nine Days Left" all through December, and have a big email/Facebook/Myspace "online launch" on New Year's Day. I figured I'd work on it all through the month so that every section had a lot of interesting content, all the bugs would be worked out, and final design, well, finalized!

But you know, this is looking pretty good already. Let's call it...the BETA LAUNCH of the NEW LOW BUDGET SUPERHERO!

Feel free to tell me what you think.

Link: http://lexikahn.diaryland.com/

Here it is, guys. The only link back to the original diary, started as Jungle Sweet Jungle in 2000 and changed to Diary of a Low Budget Superhero in 2005. I'm pretty thrilled with my new home on the web, so I think this is it. I don't see going back to Diaryland except for the archives. Hope you come with me and read here!