Let me start by saying; I hate the word blog! You'll find that I hate most things that are new, popular, trendy, and chic. (That last word is pronounced sheek and not chick, thanks Cally) The term web log, while maybe a bit boring, describes the phenomenon efficiently enough and I see no reason to contract it into something that sounds like what I coughed up into the hopper after eating bad clams at Uncle Guido's Crab shack.
It is because of this unfortunate name that I have hesitated to jump on the band wagon (and because I really frown upon jumping on bandwagons) and start writing down some of my thoughts about life, politics, or whatever else grabs me. I can see the value in something like this. The cathartic nature of venting frustrations and making observations while hanging on tightly to this merry-go-round gone awry. (That's pronounced uh-rye and not aw-ree, thanks Mom)
You'll find a little bit of everything here as I rarely stick with an interest very long; maybe out of boredom but more than likely plain old laziness. I lack stick-to-it-ness (I am thinking of the trombone, the guitar lessons, the one day in wrestling practice, the few weeks spent as a tackling dummy for the freshman football team, etcetera, etcetera.) Oh well, it keeps it interesting.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
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3 comments:
What is this "posted by no one of consequence"? You sound like someone who is depressed, living with his parents, and has no life! Luv ya!
hey, if you live with your parents you could still have a life taking care of them!
You crack me up. Love it.
Yay! I LOVE you and think you are hilarious and your web log will be the highlight of my day.
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