sheer potentiality

I seem to have lost a friend. I remember a quote: “It is sad to lose a friend. Not everyone has had a friend.”

My friend didn’t die, or disappear, or get abducted by Marxists. Perhaps she was never my friend to begin with. After all, our friendship was one of the few things I felt certain in, and confident of. If I couldn’t trust in that I don’t think I can trust in anything. I used to confidently think, and say, that we would always be friends, no matter what—that we would always stay in contact with each other. If I was so horribly wrong about one of the most obvious truths to my life, what am I right about? I can no longer trust anyone outside my immediate family. I can no longer let anyone become so important to me.

But the worst part is, there’s one less person in the world I can have a conversation with now. For me there have been few of those people in my life. Maybe some people have a surplus, and can stand to lose one or two.

So be it. This friendship didn’t have the best of beginnings, so I never deserved for it to last as long as it did. I’m not going to go into details, but suffice it to say that when I met this person, I was a different person from who I am today. Back then I was a rather awful person at times. I like to think I’m not so awful anymore, but it’s only in retrospect that I’ll know for sure.

But most people are rather awful at times, and a smaller majority are rather awful most of the time. And one can never really be sure when one has found a true exception. So it is wise to be reserved when dealing with people.

Well, I went to check my traffic statistics. As always, the search phrases for May are amusing. They include the following:

“prohibition era violin cases smuggling liquor”

Actually, I thought prohibition-era violin cases were for smuggling Thompson submachine guns. It probably hit my St. Valentine’s Day post of about a year ago when I suggested that it should be celebrated primarily as the anniversary of the eponymous massacre.

“are you free in the sense of being single or in the sense of being liberated?”

This surprisingly deep and probing question paraphrases part of my conversation with God.

“i keep getting random long lasting erections”

This probably matched my parody disclaimer. Um, and I don’t know what to advise. Except masturbating more often.

“unbifurcated garments”

Hooray! One of my favorite topics!

“why is it acceptable for women to wear pant but not for men to wear skirt”

Good question.

From April:

“cadbury eggs disgusting”

No! Cadbury eggs awesome!

“how to annoy a neighbor”

BY LEAVING YOUR ALARM CLOCK RUNNING FOR 30 MINUTES CONTINUOUSLY!

“become a gay prostitute”

I don’t know anything about that. But I do know that one way of getting out of blood donation is ” have sex with a gay prostitute from Nigeria since 1977 while high on intravenous drugs… while you were spending a cumulative total of three months or more in the United Kingdom (U.K.) between 1980, and 1996, while eating exclusively mechanically separated beef”.

“how much does the u.s. pay cuba for guantanamo bay”

2,000 gold coins a year.

“ticketmaster in the process of being printed”

As Mike Klein said, “that must be one fucking slow printer”.

Not only am I now a YouTube celebrity, apparently my blog has become the new location for the loosely controlled chaos of Jacqueline Passey’s comment threads. Alright, guys. If you’re going to start commenting over here, here are some simple rules:

• This is my blog. This is “sheer potentiality” on philwelch.net. You’re lucky if I update weekly. If there’s a thriving comment community I may be inspired to update more often. If I update more often, of course, I have a chance of cultivating a thriving comment community.
• There’s no ads on here and it’s going to stay that way unless traffic goes up enough to justify it. Note: I don’t keep track of my traffic. I easily could, but I just don’t bother.
• I delete comments at will. There is no policy about this because it is my blog and the policy is, I delete comments at will. The same policy holds for all site content. Any blog post and any other page on philwelch.net is edited or deleted at will. If for some reason I don’t want to be reminded of you,, the blog will read as if I never knew you. If burned bridges are rebuilt again, I might consider adding you back, unless of course you’re vindictive enough to burn them down again for no apparent reason. If you’re very observant you might know who I’m talking about here. But chances are no one reads my blog that closely.
• I don’t like pants much. Or haircuts.

Seriously though, most of you are okay. So welcome to sheer potentiality.

If you check out my video below, apparently I’ve been linked to in someone’s MySpace comments. I guess this means that, in YouTube terms, I’ve finally made it.