Exit Through the Emergency Exit

Do I care about this blog still, as someone recently asked in the comments' section? The answer is, Yes I do but not in a way that encourages me to sit down and plop out generic essays on what Vegas is like in June during the World Series of Poker. (It's mostly hot and oppressive, but sometimes fun, and so far cashless about halfway through the prelims).

I don't need inspiration, or any other form of motivation, to sit down and write, but it's also not something I feel like forcing myself to do. I have deleted my Facebook account, am trying to modulate the use of my iLeashe, and I do not consider this blogspot to be an extension of social networking, but rather a place where a non-professional writer can spew thoughts and stories on a whim.

I want to entertain people, but I'm not equipped to do that on a regular basis. I'd like to detail the arc of my 2010 starting back in March, but without giving it a proper storyline and doing justice to the more interesting details, I would be doing it wrong.

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And for an awesome film about a man who actually is consummately passionate about his hobby-art outlet, check out Exit Through the Gift Shop, which avoids being one of this era's cookie-cutter documentaries by including a cool story arc, a fair dose of mystery, and a thrilling documentation of an art form that by its nature will never be seen elsewhere the way it is here: