Monday afternoon before work found me on the couch browsing YouTube. I had gone so deep down the rabbit hole that I was watching some Russian talk-show featuring Jeremy Renner, Chris Hemsworth, and Tom Hiddleston (all of Avengers fame). It had English subtitles, and the actors (except for Mr. Hiddleston) were terribly awkward, watching the host speak in Russian, then listening to the translation in their ear pieces, and then trying to answer. It was somewhere between this clip and watching an entire episode of The Graham Norton Show that I realized that I was actually kind of hating myself and my life right then.
I spend an inordinate amount of time on the internet, and while we all know that the WWW can be immensely useful, it can be a vast and dangerous jungle as well. I’m not entirely sure when I crossed the line, but I realized it on Monday.
In answer, this has been my first stop on the interwebs since then, and I’ve only logged on to send a list of houses to our realtor. I also thought it might be worthwhile to make a post here. I am trying to detach myself from the internet before it consumes me, and being a creature of extremes, that means no internet. At least for a while.
My hope is that in disconnecting for a while, I will find the time I keep seeming to lack to take on projects. Mostly I’ve been rereading The Malazan Book of the Fallen, and I am enraptured by its brilliance. After that, however, who knows?
I will say that any time I do find myself online, I will pop in to read and drop a line. This might not be the best idea ever for a person who frequently waxes poetic/philosophic/crafty on the internet, but I honestly am out of ideas.
Keep it crafty!