Well.

That… was odd.

I feel sort of squirmy inside having posted that.

I must share this squirmy feeling. It’s like the videotape in The Ring — I must share it or die a horrible yet off-screen death.

We wouldn’t want that now, would we?

(No, we all want my death to be horrible and on-screen.)

So, this is a shout out to my faithful readers — go and write your own stream ‘o’ consciousness! Just start typing. No backspacing. No fixin’ yir spellin. Just start to type.

Then we can compare!

And then laugh!

And laugh and laugh and laugh!

And then stare at each other uncomfortably.

And then laugh and laugh and laugh!

And then stare.

One of the things that people suggest to encourage creativity is to turn off your brain’s editing filter and just let the ideas flow. You know — stream ‘o’ consciousness.

Yeah. Right.

I decided to try that and just start typing.

This is what I got.

blugittyblah my brain be a weirtd stuffhole filled with cheese and crakers and I have no filter on what I’m saying right now so if you read this post you are probably wondering hmmm jason seems to have stepped off the curb onto a fast running street of viscosity and burgers would be really good right about now hotdogs ok but burgers would be fantastic and I think my arteries can handle it right about now so its burger time oh yeah its burger time sing along oh fuck yeah let’s all eat burgers and jump in the creek you like the creek but the creek don’t like you no not since that time that you dissed it at the clubb that was a preetty shitty thing to do but what can you do the creek was all ooh no you didn’t and you were oh yes i did and then creek went off and slept with that skanky chick from two floors down and even though you knew she was skanky the chick was still kinda hot admit it you wanted sto sleep with her but noooooo you never stepped up did you and now creek got there first and what creek wants creek gets so there you are stiitting in the club drinking a redbull and vodka and thats just what you need drunkenness and insomnia no way you are getting out of this alive but you order another and the barkeep takes a look at you and slips a little jelly pop in the drink and it fizzes up and that’s it i am not going to typ th ltttr ” any mor wow thats rally hard and pointlss that xprimnt is OVEeeeEEeeR and this post is going nowhere fast but what can you do when you start on the road to nowhere and your maps are upto date and you have a state of the art gps system you should expect that you will hit nowhere pretty fucking soon but your still like ah shit why am i in nowhere forgetting that that is where you where planning to go all along and thats your own fault but that ok because they have good games there and a sweet ice cream shoppe and you can have two scoops withpeanuts and the peaunts aare prety good but than you spill the ice cream on a kid an the kids mother shrieks o no shes allergic and then everyone is oh no ambulance lets all sing the ambulance song and everyone breaks into dancing and singing and your stuck wuth a shitty chorus part understudying for a crappy second stringer that never gets sick but what can you because its a part and so you sing

And then I realised: my filter is my friend.

Also: insomnia is a social disease.

And lastly: the creek is a jerk.

• Fill My Room! (via Screenhead)

Heard of the Million Dollar Home Page? Some guy set up a webpage and offered people to advertise on it… for one dollar a pixel.

And it’s worked. Last I saw, the site had raised $999,000.

The mind boggles.

Well, here’s a ripoff adaptation of the same concept — but this time, instead of filling a webpage with pixels, this guy is offering to fill a room with lego bricks. For every dollar, one block.

My mind is even bogglier.