Okay, so maybe that's a bit overdramatic. And not really true either. I mean, heck. Look at all the stuff somebody has been posting just in the past day.

So why do I make such a title? Could it be because the just recently resurrected festing.org is about to expire in a matter of hours? (Unless, of course, the whois info just hasn't been updated yet.) Could it be because I'm about to fall asleep if I don't hurry up and finish this rambling that I just started? Or is it some ridiculous metaphorical pseudo-philosophical attempt to convey a salient point about the meaning of life in an exceedingly roundabout manner?

What am I talking about, anyway?

Oh yes. Content is dead. Content is dead. CONTENT is dead. Dead. Content. Dead content is dead.

[Bitscape momentarily chuckles at the thought that he may have finally lost his marbles completely this time.]

What am I.... ? Oh yes. That's right. I remember again.

Content is dead.

I've been thinking lately about how the content I produce on this page has changed over time. You may not have noticed it. I may not have noticed it immediately either. Looking at the grand scheme... I notice. (Maybe if I actually read some of the shit I had written all those eons ago, when ramblings first started up, I might notice it more. Or I might not.)

What I used to talk about on this page: Anything and everything that happened to pop into my head. Be it fun, be it sad, be it embarrassing, be it crazy. I could write about it here. Free and open exchange of information. That's what this medium was (is) all about. "...and we LIKED it. We loved it!"

What this page gradually seems to be shifting toward: Anything and everything that happens to pop into my head. Except this one topic. Don't go there. And that subject. SEC would frown on that (can't be helped). Oh, and I better not speak out on such-and-such matter, cause that could potentially be bad for my own reputation. Then there's that other situation that I could ramble about, but there's somebody who might be reading this page whose feelings I don't want to hurt, so better just leave that alone.

...And on and on...

Lately, I feel like it's gotten to the point where I sit down to type something on my page, and almost nothing that's ACTUALLY going on in my life can come out. Or more precisely, anything that's actually going on in my mind.

So what do I do?

Spew random lyrics.

Talk about the latest Mozilla. (Which is very cool.)

Or, on occassion, reference a Salon article. (Okay, so I don't do that very often. Anyway...)

And then the very latest, the random screenshot diversion. lol. (And yes, the one above was anything but a spontanious screengrab. I learned long ago that attempting to get anything done with that background is a lost cause from the get-go.)

And no, I'm not about to start into a talk in which I reveal each the things referenced (or not referenced) above. There are reasons for not putting those thoughts on line. Good reasons. As long as they don't cause my spirit to suffocate too much. (Which, to be honest, does feel like it's been close to happening recently, and that's probably why I'm even typing this now.)

This is just a recognition of the Way Things Are during this period. Acknowledge it. Realize it. And (possibly) understand it. Life sucks. So be it.

gotta get out of this somehow

Goodnight, friends. What I feel. What I know. What I believe. I keep to myself.

...off...