Most important, however, is the fact that I now realize I crave an audience, that I have definitely grown beyond writing for myself. The world is my oyster and I have a forked tongue (to open the oyster; it's a tenuous metaphor, I know). Good stuff. ;)
Well, now you must crave both an internet, and a real audience, eh?
I'm glad it went well, and it is fully awesome to the max (lol) that your idle came. That would be so awesome if my idle came to something. But whom to idolize...
Well, they're pretty much the same, no? The only difference is that the former actually talks back to you sometimes.
"Idol!" Arrgh. I swear, I'll bludgeon you to death with Mr. Webster one of these days, AHAHAHA. ;)
Anyways, idolise someone alive. Philip K. Dick kicked the bucket in 1982. I started admiring Allen Ginsberg in 2002, only to realize he died in 1997; then I idolised Hunter S. Thompson and he committed suicide in 2005; in 1998, I admired and imitated Stanley Cooperman and then I found out he committed suicide about thirty years ago. And now, Vonnegut, Steadman, Colville and Sheckley are also going to kick the bucket pretty soon. Nuts.
Idle... Haha... I meant idol, of course... I was thinking of cars, I guess. Like, to idle the engine.
I'll keep that in mind, man. It almost seems like whomever you have to idolize, has to die. I don't mean to be pessimistic either.
Nah, I know. Life is already too sad, as it were, to be bemoaned, heh. ;) However, the lesson here is clear enough: never put anything or anyone you love on a pedestal of any kind, because the higher you place them, the harder they will fall; that is an inevitability built into being human.