So. It's back.
Two years ago I blogged semi-daily about, in the infamous tradition of Seinfeld,
"nothing". Essentially, that's all it was. My daily random
mind-leaps. Anyone who knows me knows my mind never stops buzzing.
Ever seen that episode of the Simpsons where someone is
talking to Homer, during which, a monkey does something amusing in his
head, like play the cymbals or something?
That's basically me. Only the monkey's on crack, and he never stops playing.
Ever.
So,
I've decided to restart. It'll have to be shorter than it used to be.
Unlike two years ago, I actually have a lot of writing to do, with two
kids, now. Time is precious.
But so is random.
It'll take me a little bit to get back on the bike. But here's a few rules of the road:
1.
it will be about nothing and everything. Sometimes it may seem
terribly insightful and introspective. Others horribly trite. Perhaps
childish. There's no way of knowing which, really.
2. it will be
my unadulterated, often unfiltered and caffeine driven 3 AM thoughts
and opinions. I probably should offer some sort of "brain bleach"
waiver for you to sign, but eh. At your own risk.
3. I'm not
here to fight or argue. I don't seek to persuade or crusade. Things
often amuse and intrigue me, and very...VERY...often, these things
don't amuse others. So be it.
4. Comment freely. Express
yourself. Just remember this is the equivalent of philosophizing over
a beer just before the bar closes, (or opens, as the case may be), and
is just me being random. At times I will seem witty. Others, maybe
just pedantic. Very often, you'll probably disagree with me. Again,
there's that whole "waiver" thing, but eh.
5. Enjoy life. Smile
and chuckle at my posts, shake your head and think, "There's something
badly wrong with this man", but please never be offended by me or my
posts, and leave here secure at least in the certainty that more than
likely, your life is far less random than mine. Whether or not this is
a good or bad thing, I leave up to you.
6. This is 3 AM. I'm
just waking up. I will probably have typos. I'm a writer and an
English teacher, and there will most likely be typos. Deal with it. ;)
So sayeth me. (And the crack-jonesing monkeys in my head).
Oh, and the title? Apparently to certain folks at Horrorfind, I resemble either a boy band reject or an Olympic swimmer.
Which one? This will be today's exercise in randomness. Boy band member:
Or Olympic swimmer?
Hmm. I wonder what they look like at 3 AM?