Resolution: less whining. more content.

Note: less whining ≠ no whining.
In the future I’ll see if I can restrict personal details to 50 words or less. I see it as a journalistic challenge; a chance to cut through the usual bullshit and get to the pertinent facts and/or opinions. Fifty words is just a few sentences. I’m sure most of y’all can put up with that much.

As for the rest of it.
Hmm… content. I'll have to see what I can come up with. It should be stuff worth reading, preferably. --at least for some small portion of the general population. Some blogs go political, some go for the funny (*please note the correct English spelling on that), and others are little more than reciprocal link-back mechanisms, blogs linking to blogs linking to other blogs in neat little circle jerks, trading the same article back and forth for months. There are slices of life from artists and tourists, porn stars and poets, scientists and scholars and chefs, political wonks, Hollywood PAs, Australian sheep farmers, Wil Wheaton, Latvian college students, blogs with web comics, blogs about web comics, underground blogs from China to Iran to Montana and back, and finally of course-- blogs about blogs.

(and on top of all that, seemingly 1.08 x 10ee23 punk ass teen age kids grinding out the same old angsty stuff we used to write in spiral notebooks and keep to our damn selves. um. not that I ever did that or anything.)

There have to be a thousand and one different ways to reach out and connect with readers. Now, if I had come up with a really capital idea like Bookslut, I’d be set. Maybe I should just be a copycat. (tempting, but no. )

(to answer the question: why? I’m not sure, but I feel the need to contribute something. Or to start something; maybe a cult. Or I’m just an attention whore: lookit me everybody!)

Maybe I have the basics here already; I just need more reviews (of both bars and restaurants, this time), the occasional concert review, calendars with stuff happening around town each weekend. I could be interesting™ goddammit! And of course one nice little side benefit is that I’d hardly have to change my evil and debauched ways. I could still go out and drink every night like it was 27 October 1919, but instead of focusing on journal topics like "my life sucks", I could maybe spin that into "my life sucked this evening at a quaint little bistro/bar with a continental feel and a Provençal menu."

The original title of this particular web journal was A Drinker’s Guidebook. The original description went something like, "A travel guide to Atlanta, written one night at a time, and from the inside." Of course, this would work much better with some other burg, but you take the town you live in, right, and you make something out of it.