I have nothing to say.

About 2 weeks ago I started to wonder how long I could leave OH furloughed, and after a month passed I decided to open up word and write a post to break the silence. But I had nothing to say… Sure, I’d seen a few movies (Fun with Dick and Jane was passably watchable, but contained a scene so hilarious funny that I had to literally hide from the TV, Inside Man was a pretty great Heist film,) I had finished a 2700 page three-book series (the first 3 books of George R.R. Martin’s A Song of Ice and Fire series which we long, and wordy, and ultimately incredibly satisfying and extremely impressive.) and I had a few album reviews that needed writing (the new Yeah Yeah Yeah’s album is a pleasing romp though retro-post-punk and NY art-rock and the Wren’s Meadowlands is playful toe-tapping finger-drumming rock and roll that I can’t stop spinning.) but I just couldn’t seem to collect my thoughts enough to write about them. Or perhaps I just couldn’t convince myself that anyone could actually care enough about my opinions to make it worthwhile.

I could linkmine and post pithy commentary on things of interest I ran-across, but nothing seemed interesting/cool/weird enough to break the silence.

The very act of blogging seemed so futile and narcissistic that I couldn’t bare to commit my thoughts to 1s and 0s. But my malaise went (goes?) deeper. My journal, which in the past I have recorded minute details of any randomness going on around me, now lies untouched. No notes from my last movie. No brainstorms for new projects. No deep and impressive thoughts on the world around me. It wasn’t that I was depressed, or overwhelmed, or lazy, just disinterested in sharing the monotony of mediocrity.

I read, watched, and heard all manner of things. I’ve played and gone on roadtrips, and eaten a dozen of awesome meals. Been to a wedding, seen my dear friends suffer grievous losses, and seen other friends accomplish major goals. All of which I would have (should have?) blogged readily in the past. What changed?

I think I need to redefine my motivations for blogging, as well as what I hope to accomplish by blogging. Perhaps I should start by asking why you come to Octopushat, and what you hope to find when you get here.