Randeliciously Random & Metaphorically Morbid in General Mental Anesthesia

  • May 24, 2017, 3:12 a.m.
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Howdy,

So, have you ever been a member of the former site: Open Diary?

It was before there were bloggers & vloggers & cloggers & whatever the hell is going on now. I was a long time member, myself. Allow me to explain.

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(Photo ripped from Facebook).

My friend asked me to join. Now I personally despise writing a diary, so I had to write the anti-diary. That is to say; I’d write entries, but I would use a lot of metaphors & often metaphors on top of metaphors. It would be so random & bizarre that the only person that would fathom what I was writing was my friend & he did the same thing; only with a lot of spelling errors.

We would leave equally confusing notes on other diarist’s entries receiving 10’s of thousands of comments in return over the years. I guess I’m here to recapture the feeling of a bygone era.

I’ve kept my name the same as it was when I was there, my friend (whom sadly I’m no longer friends with) was known by “Habib’s Kosher Beaks” for those of you whom know from whence I came.

My time on OD began with random entries just for the sake of having fun at the expense of others. 100’s of entries actually over the course of several years. The fun kind of ended when my friend met a girl and stopped writing, in fact stopped being friends altogether. He lost all of his real life friends actually. He was terrified that his new gf would find out what he was really like and the ironic thing is, he was a freaking great guy! He was funny, intelligent (a lawyer) crass… Neither of us ever smoked or did drugs, not our scene, but we had a lot of crazy adventures, went to a lot of parties, we had fun! I mourn the loss of a best friend.

So when that happened, I wasn’t ready to call it quits, I mean, I was in deep. Open Diary had it’s claws firmly embedded into my side, but the magic was gone. Additionally, life was much more stressful for me at the time.

Since I had a good fan-base and people wanted me to write, I began posting some of my more serious writings / poetry etc… it was starkly diametrical to the former style entry, but it took off and that lasted a few more years until OD’s ultimate demise.

I don’t want to have 18 different ‘blogs’, just 1. I prefer to post whatever in this one space with no direction other than forward. I’d like to keep things as they were then; simple, perhaps even posting former entries.

Of course if someone wants to sponsor me to travel the world posting cryptic entries of all the places and people I meet, I can fervently accommodate you with a 2nd blog! :)

That aside, I don’t know where this is going or how long it’ll last, I just want to have fun, be creative and express myself in ways that might make you cry, sneeze or have diarrhea. (I should put a disclaimer here that I am not responsible for the latter (not directly responsible anyhow)).

The only entries that will likely be coherent (with the obvious exception of my 1st post here) are predominantly ones where I’ll share a bit of my professional life with you as a filmmaker / photographer and hopefully they’ll be some of the lesser interesting posts. ;)

If you choose to read me; welcome! I’m honored you stopped by and glad you’re here! I can only make you one promise… you shall not be bored. Anything goes, randomness, quotations, work related posts, poetry, photography, who knows?! By all means feel free to leave comments of all shapes and sizes.

Enjoy.

-Exhumed


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