24th
Not so long ago, I had a realization - that everything in my Birdhouse sucks. Now, there are legitimate reasons for this, most of them rooted in either my lack of originality or miniscule attention span.
But one phenomenon above all others has captured my attention: Because I had it, I used it to capture “ideas” I never would have bothered to write down in the pre-Birdhouse days. It became bloated with turds, and the best I could do was attempt to polish them.
So, over the last week, I’ve ruthlessly removed over 40 such turds from my Birdhouse. A small few eeked out into my Twitterpants, but most were simply wiped from existence. So here I stand, on the brink of complete liberation. One turd remains. To polish, or to wipe? That is the question.
Birdhouse Zero is in sight.
