The more I think about it, the more I realise that this blog stuff is a really weird form of communication. It’s very personal and completely detached at the same time. It’s immediate, but it’s also available long-term (as long as the archives work). It’s honest in a way, more honest (in the sense of open) than I normally am face to face with people. On the other hand, the persona I project in the blog is as edited as the persona I project in real life. It’s just edited differently. I am honest and open about different things. Or about the same things in a different way. I don’t know. In real life, I’m a terrible liar. It’s easier to lie in writing. You can’t see my face. Actually, I’m worse at lying if I get asked an unexpected question. If I’m unprepared. That also makes lying in writing easier. I can stop and think and make the lie more convincing. Which is not to say that everything in this blog is a lie. Far from it. It is a truth of sorts. Edited truth, though. I’m not as much of an exhibitionist as I sometimes must appear.
The scary part, or the exiting part, depending on which way you look at it, is not knowing who reads this. I mean, I know some of the people who read this. Some of them I’ve even met in real life. For the rest, who knows? My next-door neighbour? My boss? My best friend? A weird little lady in Fulham, and her cat? A super-intelligent shade of blue?
One thing is certain, the comments make this much more fun than it would otherwise have been. I like comments (hint, hint).
Am half-watching Jack of All Trades while writing this. Funny. I want the Dragoon’s cape. Nice red velvet.
Music in my head: The Roger Ramjet theme song (set off, no doubt, by the Jack of All Trades theme song, but not the same tune at all, of course. The tune itself is really called something else, but I can’t remember what. Think it’s a Sousa march, actually. Anyway, it’s in my head with the Roger Ramjet lyrics, so what does it matter. Think I need to go an put some other music on…)