Pointless Ruminations

I feel that I must write something. So much of my time these days is spent engaged in online role-play, and while it offers the opportunity to simply write, the medium by necessity suffers from a rampant lack of revision. I had a lovely short story I was working on, and both Bridgie and myself had gone through several edits, but all files were lost in one of our severe computer crashes and I’ve been to lazy to type the whole thing up again from my original ink-and-paper rough. While computers give rise to the opportunity for industriousness, eliminating the need to re-type entire pages due to a few errors too messy for white-out, they also breed sloth. Certainly a story can never benefit from the many advantages of the computer when I cannot be bothered to even create a digital file in the first place. Then, too, there is the dazzling lure of online gaming. It is a step away from the stream of consciousness method. Once a passage is written there is no real point to worrying over missed typos or awkward wording because you have already released it, unalterable, to that most immediate of mediums that is the internet.
Aside from spellcheck, I am not editing this entry. I find myself using even that less often, so that my typos will live on in obscure records that sit on some distant server, unread past the age of a few days and left to sink into the glut of useless information that such technology gives rise to.
I am unlikely to reread this entry more than once.