tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-89741184064005179512012-02-16T16:43:49.943-08:00DiscoJerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975846300147917769noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8974118406400517951.post-15322717221144565172009-11-30T01:33:00.000-08:002009-11-30T02:08:13.688-08:00It's fairly early (or would it be considered late?) and I'm writing. I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised. I like to imagine other great writers - Voltaire, L'Amour, Lovecraft and the like - doing the same thing (though obviously my life has turned out to be quite different than theirs). Words rushing out, pouring onto paper and Bam! Another scene done.<div><br /><div>Perhaps I should view this through the eyes of history. This blog will be like the letters that scholars sift through; the future will peruse these documented thoughts and try to envision themselves as the glorious, yet oft-misunderstood "Discojer".</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh, who am I kidding? No one will ever read this, I'll be lucky if I even get around to looking at it.</div><div><br /></div><div>Also, some cool news: I woke up the other day to find that the oblivious paperboy had thrown the Thursday edition right into a big puddle on my driveway. I called to complain, and they said they wouldn't charge me full price for it. Best thing that's happened in some time.</div><div><br /></div><div><div> </div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8974118406400517951-1532271722114456517?l=discojer.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>DiscoJerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17975846300147917769noreply@blogger.com0