I watch a few people. Well, a few more than a few. I signed on today and there were some 80 odd deviations I had yet to look at and it had only been three days since I had a clean slate. But as I was going through the list I found that there were some artists that I routinely just glanced at the thumbnails and deleted, never opening up the work to see it full-size.

I thought to myself, "Why am I doing this?" It's always the same artists and the general reason for not looking at the art is not that they aren't good, but that their work is always variations on one theme, and that theme is one I've gotten tired of. I went into the favorites listing today and trimmed the tree and it occurred to me as I was doing this, "Am I being sacrilegious? Does anyone else cut artists from their roster? After all, a watch is free and it might be a blow to some of the more fragile minded out there that I dropped them..."

Most of the people I dropped however turned out to be the same people whom I had earlier gone in and shut off journal entries for. It turned out in the end that I neither wanted to see what they had to say nor what they had to draw anymore. These are not friends of mine; they are simply people who at one time interested me who are no longer interesting. I did it anyway though for two reasons: one this is after all my page and people are just as free to drop me as I am to drop them. The fact that no one has despite my laggardly posting habits should have no bearing on my own treatment of those I watch. I have not taken from them their ability to impress others I have simply decided personally not to keep up with them or their work. Two: watches are free after all, and if an ego is so fragile that the loss of a watch would actually undermine the emotional stability of the one being watched, then in the interests of eugenics I feel it my duty to immediately pull from them my support. How amusing to think that a concerted campaign to get people to drop a certain artist from their watch lists might in fact result in that artist's demise homeless in some back alley, dusted with snow on Christmas eve, clothed in shit-stained rags with the blood of a hopeless coke addict dripping from his nose to mix with the stream of spittle from his slack, drooling lips. There'd be a broken pencil with an eraser worn down to the nub twixt nerveless fingers protruding from tar stained fingerless knitted gloves and a torn piece of water-stained office letterhead covered in doodles in his lap. Long after the blood and saliva had frozen on his lips and ice depended from his chin some wayward couple would see his hunched form; the woman would put a concerned hand on her man's shoulder and the man, being a gentleman after all, would dig into his slacks and toss a fistful of change at the corpse before the two happy, smiling folk made their way back to the main streets to get picked up by the Cash Cab where they would double up on 4250 dollars because the video bonus question is always retardedly easy.

Or it could be more likely that the people I dropped are already popular enough that they wouldn't notice the loss of a watch because as far as I know no message is sent when it happens and the numbers would be replaced before they were able to notice my name was missing from a prodigious list that I would bet money hasn't been checked since the inception of the account. The watched do not after all, reciprocate unless they're just getting started.

As the late George Carlin, may his rotting worm infested corpse continue to molder in its grave because he was a bitter cynic who believed in nothing and no one, would say, "What else is troubling me?"

My application to the University of Texas is complete and "Pending review." It's been that way for a week and a half. Under normal circumstances this would not concern me but after going through enough hoops to qualify as a lion in a three ring circus I feel as though they might do me the courtesy of actually looking at the application... maybe give me an opinion before the SEMESTER STARTS. There ought to be a class on how to apply to college and register for classes... of course, in order to take that class you'd already have to have mastered the material. Perhaps there is a class. If there is I'll CLEP it.

Still alternating between work on the Yearno piece the latest portion of which is posted, and an old story that is several years old I perennially return to called "Dissonance."

Gotten into several arguments over the last few weeks, more than one on the nature of patriotism. God rest the souls of the slain at Fort Hood. I must say it is difficult to sleep with the knowledge that the murderer of those men and women is at an army hospital not thirty minutes from me, no doubt under heavy guard to PROTECT HIM, and he will be tried by a military justice system that has put not one single criminal to death in over fifty years, no matter how egregious his crime.

My woman, should she read this post, will no doubt be dismayed to hear that I'm growing a full, untrimmed, glorious beard for the holiday season seeing as how it's damn cold out there and the beard is a natural face-warmer. (Don't let my bravado fool you folks, she'll probably use her womanly powers of persuasion to get me to shave, just know that I intend weak-willed though I be to resist those powers as long as I may.)

Now, having exhausted the attention spans of even the most diligent of my own watchers I will bring this journal to a close lest I, much more cognizant of the scant numbers paying any mind to this page than those whom I dropped today, drive off those few who have chosen to waste some of their precious time keeping up with me.