totally on impulse, writing this entry.

the irony is that i'm smashing up a local wordpress install to create an online community-type new business idea.

and yet, still drawn back to The Blogger for personal business. personal business of the anonymous Internet kind.

what in the hell was there ever to blog about? ah yes, the existential ambivalence. now that postmodernistic black humour is now old news, it seems oddly quaint and therefore natural to write about the incongruities involved in everyday life... not to be confused with nihilism (so '90s grunge) or pessimism (so '90s goth). the future belongs to a very personal kind of boom and bust, as the global becomes truly local in an oddly twisty sort of way.

the joke for today is that a young person sometimes feels as though "this" is the last shot. programmatically, then:

$this->last_shot($the_kitchen_sink)
{
/* if i were to instantiate this object from outside of the class itself, how would i name it? would the class members be public, protected, or private? am i suddenly channelling the matrix with all of this pseudo-code about stacked realites and re-booting myself? who is the constructor? who is the destructor? could i start over rather than live out the recurring dreams of death, and if so, how to write the system over from scratch? */
}

maybe this new business is more than just another idea. perhaps the spitball-in-the-oyster's-mouth within all this is that in the process of figuring out where to stop, it is all too easy to step over the edge, yardstick in hand.