So, when I mentioned that rocket-sled yesterday, I meant it.
Free-writing is a jet-fueled, crudely directed disastermobile, and I can think of no better way to force myself into a regular position of rapid fire ridiculousness than to just let the keyboard work its magic. What you are about to ignore is yet another column idea, spawned from that wonderful beehive of aimless ambition that is the core of NRDLNGR. You want content? You want to read something so damn bad, you don’t care what it is? No? Well... I don’t know what to tell you. Go back to pounding refresh on Facebook.
For those of you still here, welcome to what I am calling 750. Someone much more organized and disciplined than I suggested each person should write 750 words each day to better themselves. I liked the idea, and it is something I have tried to incorporate into my personal routine. At a certain point, the obvious struck me: I created a venue to capture my inane ramblings, yet I never produce content for it. Why not apply the same attitude toward it as I have toward myself?
Each day, I will find something, anything, related to the broad scope of nerdery and just unload on it. If it comes into my brain, it’s going on the site. No concise wording. No exemplification of craft. Just good old fashioned rambling crap crammed into your eye sockets. If I finish up my thoughts before the 750 mark, I’ll just find a way to keep going. God only knows what will come out of it, but I will not stop. If I go over? My first inclination is to just cut off right at the word count, but I may try to clean things up in post as to make something readable. I guess it just depends on how I feel and what seems to work best.
At first glance, this is the complete antithesis of what NRDLNGR stood for. When I started, I wanted clear, tightly-written articles emphasizing ideas over content. The Internet is filled with opinionated crap, and NRDLNGR was to hold itself to something better. I didn’t want content for content’s sake. Let me be clear, I still believe in that. However, my own tendencies began to work against me and kept anything from getting done. Precision became perfection, and perfection became a barrier.
My hope is to use this column to break down that barrier. As I move into the consistent day-to-day writing, I hope to generate a momentum I can carry into a more complete realization of what I would like NRDLNGR to be. I hope to make this the foundation of something I can be proud of. At the very least, it will be something, which is a whole hell of a lot more than what has been going on around here.
Rest assured, this is not the only step I have planned in getting this rusted word-wagon moving again. The second step is something I have toyed with in my mind for some time, yet have never fully committed myself to until now. The world of live-streaming is nothing new. Bored or narcissistic people have been broadcasting their every waking moment for some time now. I’m bored. I’m narcissistic.
I want in.
At least one night a week, I want to produce something for the unruly Internet masses to shit all over while they’re bored at home. Ok, my goal is not to produce something terrible, but, to be honest, I really am not too sure what I make will stand up to what others are doing. The live-stream community looks like an easy one to break into, but I am almost certain it is not. Also, my production equipment is mediocre at best, so what gets made will undoubtedly look like it had been produced by a toddler. So be it. If NRDLNGR’s content becomes the RC Cola of the Internet, is that really such a bad thing? How many Americans accidentally ingest RC Cola annually? Ten? 20? If I can get 20 people to tell me NRDLNGR’s a piece of shit, I think that’s a pretty solid win.
Whatever will be will be, and what will be is more. More words. More stuff. More something.
And now, an oldie, but a goodie, courtesy of The Onion:
Onlookers were amazed by the copious amounts of blood. Onlookers were amazed by the copious amounts of blood. Onlookers were amazed by the copious amounts
Free-writing is a jet-fueled, crudely directed disastermobile, and I can think of no better way to force myself into a regular position of rapid fire ridiculousness than to just let the keyboard work its magic. What you are about to ignore is yet another column idea, spawned from that wonderful beehive of aimless ambition that is the core of NRDLNGR. You want content? You want to read something so damn bad, you don’t care what it is? No? Well... I don’t know what to tell you. Go back to pounding refresh on Facebook.
For those of you still here, welcome to what I am calling 750. Someone much more organized and disciplined than I suggested each person should write 750 words each day to better themselves. I liked the idea, and it is something I have tried to incorporate into my personal routine. At a certain point, the obvious struck me: I created a venue to capture my inane ramblings, yet I never produce content for it. Why not apply the same attitude toward it as I have toward myself?
Each day, I will find something, anything, related to the broad scope of nerdery and just unload on it. If it comes into my brain, it’s going on the site. No concise wording. No exemplification of craft. Just good old fashioned rambling crap crammed into your eye sockets. If I finish up my thoughts before the 750 mark, I’ll just find a way to keep going. God only knows what will come out of it, but I will not stop. If I go over? My first inclination is to just cut off right at the word count, but I may try to clean things up in post as to make something readable. I guess it just depends on how I feel and what seems to work best.
At first glance, this is the complete antithesis of what NRDLNGR stood for. When I started, I wanted clear, tightly-written articles emphasizing ideas over content. The Internet is filled with opinionated crap, and NRDLNGR was to hold itself to something better. I didn’t want content for content’s sake. Let me be clear, I still believe in that. However, my own tendencies began to work against me and kept anything from getting done. Precision became perfection, and perfection became a barrier.
My hope is to use this column to break down that barrier. As I move into the consistent day-to-day writing, I hope to generate a momentum I can carry into a more complete realization of what I would like NRDLNGR to be. I hope to make this the foundation of something I can be proud of. At the very least, it will be something, which is a whole hell of a lot more than what has been going on around here.
Rest assured, this is not the only step I have planned in getting this rusted word-wagon moving again. The second step is something I have toyed with in my mind for some time, yet have never fully committed myself to until now. The world of live-streaming is nothing new. Bored or narcissistic people have been broadcasting their every waking moment for some time now. I’m bored. I’m narcissistic.
I want in.
At least one night a week, I want to produce something for the unruly Internet masses to shit all over while they’re bored at home. Ok, my goal is not to produce something terrible, but, to be honest, I really am not too sure what I make will stand up to what others are doing. The live-stream community looks like an easy one to break into, but I am almost certain it is not. Also, my production equipment is mediocre at best, so what gets made will undoubtedly look like it had been produced by a toddler. So be it. If NRDLNGR’s content becomes the RC Cola of the Internet, is that really such a bad thing? How many Americans accidentally ingest RC Cola annually? Ten? 20? If I can get 20 people to tell me NRDLNGR’s a piece of shit, I think that’s a pretty solid win.
Whatever will be will be, and what will be is more. More words. More stuff. More something.
And now, an oldie, but a goodie, courtesy of The Onion:
Onlookers were amazed by the copious amounts of blood. Onlookers were amazed by the copious amounts of blood. Onlookers were amazed by the copious amounts
