Self Indulgence


Wednesday, October 18, 2000
First of all, I guess I should welcome any newcomers to this little bit of the web. Yes, I actually bought this domain name for my personal use as a personal web site. I know you were probably expecting something better here -- sorry to disappoint. You might be wondering why I would have chosen hammered.com -- well, at this point I don't remember. I'm sure it seemed quite witty at the time that I saw it was available. Cut me some slack, I was 23 years old and working in a Call center when I bought the name... and I was probably looking forward to drinking at the end of my shift.


So. The vampyres, then. I assume that some of them might eventually make it over this way seeing as I am now linked off of Rooks board (thanks Rook - even though I had to beg you.... sheesh, you would think that my constant hanging on and pretending to be Canadian would have been enough...) which is where the whole problem started.


It's funny in a way, and it's kind of sad in another. I guess we aren't really that different. I mean, honestly, when you break down anyone's motive for posting a web site out there for mass consumption, it is a bit selfish. Everyone tries to put themself in a positive light - be the prettiest, smartest, most attractive person they can be... I would lie and say that I don't care what people think about me, but enough of you out there in Radioland could call me on it and would know that it wasn't the truth.


So why do we do it? Why am I here typing this... why are the wamps out wamping... why does anyone want to be recognized? Do I crave the attention? I dunno... I'm actually kind of concerned by the attention, to be honest. This week I received two different letters about some music that I have worked on. I never really thought about it when I put the songs up on mp3.com... what was my motivation? I suppose I wanted people to think that I was talented. But - now that I have an offer to be listed on a webpage other than mp3.com, I'm thinking about the exposure. I kind of like being an ass. It sure would be a pain if everyone was aware of my presence when I went places...