It is official write bunches month. There are a lot of reasons to write. Getting back in the habit of writing will make it easier later, and doing is the fastest way to improve, not just to keep from degrading. Decaying. Disintegrating. Decomposing. Death.
So much angst wrapped up here. I almost caught myself apologizing. I shall not apologize here, I will fix it instead! That is so rude to apologize as though to get permission; failing to correct flaws you see is horrible! I think the angst there has some amusement value, so I shall keep it and laugh at myself. Never shall I insult the reader's intelligence by telling them they have poor tastes for reading me.
Now I have made this post unapologetically meta. Well, meta is not necessarily bad. It is not necessarily good, either. Many a webcomic has oodles ironic layers of post-modern meta-humor without an ounce of quality. The author shows up to break the fourth wall with tired jokes. I think the last time I enjoyed the author showing up on a comic was Elf Only Inn, where the author was a Megaman recolor despite it not being a sprite comic, and the characters tied him up and beat him for candy as though a pin~ata. Also, I think he was SSKGOKU's alt in universe.
Gorillaz' cd version of Clint Eastwood is good while being meta, but it is also a good happy pot song. Meta does not carry the song, it adds to it. Silly Love Songs by Wings, and You're so Vain by Carly Simon have... honesty? in their awareness of being a song. I don't recall any popular songs that are meta without other substance, though.
Meta is a very post-modern tool in academia, but my favorite post modern stuff is not often meta. BobRauschenbergAmerica has several slice of life threads going on, absurd humor, obtuse plot. Found art and randomly generated texts need a human to sort the trash from the novel. Not every spam email text is filled with 357 apophenia. I need some substance to feed on. I suspect most humans are the same.
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