I like it here too...although it's a shame so many of the original bloggers are gone.
Rc
is it about how many people are on? I thought it was about blogging.
And hey, if one post touches just one person then that's good enough for me.
This place will always feel like HOME to me.
That even thought we are losing a lot of people here, I'll continue to stay. :)
Hi! everyone! I guess we are just busy with our lives these days, but I also woule like to think that SC will continue on......and on..... and on.....
-elle
eh, i very well may be too self absorbed to notice the lower population. Things seem to be running well, uve got lots of views and lots of comments with this one. If anything I enjoy having less people to sift through : P I like reading people here and i think the interesting ones have stuck around ; ) And i cant think of a better blog site. Not that i look around at all.
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CLEAR!
O
good song.....got to love clapton!
O
Okay, brother, you prompted a little research...
mOOn platOOn prOOf Or gOOf: sO yOu think sOulcast is dOOmed?
...relax.
O
Alas, if only the byproducts of excessive alcohol consumption and nicotine
absorption could be sold, the Gross National Product would increase a million
fold and SoulCast’s popular clique could all give up the 9-to-5 façade, able at
last to devote that final 24th hour of the day to their favorite activity – spewing
uncooked opinions, getting hooked up and whining about spouses to internet
chumnumbies. At least then something coming out of them would be valuable.
Hypocrites and rhythm-jacked tools that the rest of you are, you undoubtedly
twisted your neck-knots and donned shoulder-padded esteem-substitution
uni-suits this morning to attend those fascinating "occupations" that have
become so routine, you no longer bother to bring your brain to the workplace.
Now rest your gray matter further with this dribble.
With your obese ass infirmly slopping over your woefully inadequate chair,
you anxiously activate your personal computer anticipating yet another eight
hours of rapid-eyeballing a glowing screen filled with sample whores and
endless window-shopping. Your lotion, tissue box and credit card are standing
faithfully by.
Watching your face as it sags and glimmers while klutzy fingerpads lope about
a keyboard so overused that few letters can even be discerned upon it,
the observer becomes amused at the expressions that reveal your "brain" at
work as your eyes shift from downward "verbal" communication focus (typing
and braying) to upward incoming data analysis (reading and looking). These
goofy facial contortions are equally matched by the gaseous emissions
and the pizza-fumed sighs, hacks and noises flatulencing from the rest of your
flab-chassis’ odorous exhaust systems.
In an age of psychological indulgence you live your virtual life interacting with a
monitor screen in the same way your ancestors did once upon a long ago and
far away with people, with each other. You smile at the screen, cry at the screen,
shout at the screen and expose yourself to it. And for once you have a friend you
can’t let down, a confessor you won’t disappoint, a drug you don’t have to eat.
Yet, the choices you make in that virtual plane are reflections of your own mental
state. While it seems to expand globally, your virtual world spirals inward, in
ever-decreasing spires of interest until just a few things with multitudes of
information about them preoccupy your easily-diverted attention.
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O