I've toyed around with the idea of blogging before, which makes me sound like some kind of amish guy these days. I'm so late in the game. It feels like I'm finally admitting that using a gun to kill my dinner is better than attacking deer with my bear1 hands. That analogy holds no water.2 I very rarely kill deer. I'd like to think that bears do, although I would have to see it in low quality video before I'd believe it. And then the practice of blogging grinds so strongly with my gears. First, I'm just too lazy for this to be consistent. Second, I can't even fill out the bio page without thinking I'm somehow selling out to the invisible forces that strive to steal my money, and make public that which must be kept private. Like what my favorite movies are, and what interests I have.3 It makes me feel like a preening young teenage girl, brushing her hair a hundred strokes on each side, and expressing with a self-righteous indignant attitude about how shitty high school is, and how boys are such jerks.4
To spare the self-conscious rationalizations that only stand in my way of fame and fortune, I'm going to use this to document things that I think are funny in a way that I can never seem to do with pen and paper, or some sort of recording device. Although I have total respect for someone who would pull out a little notebook, chuckle to themselves, and write things down all time, I see it through the public eye as generally dick-ish behavior.
So steal from me, please. Take it and spread it around. You don't even have to say it was from here. I would be flattered. I'm not gonna put any of my good ideas on here anyway. And as long as I can keep you thinking that, I'll always have the upper hand.
1. intentional
2. I must say though, the image is awesome. I love the idea of some farm guy, douched with mud, twigs in his hair, and cloven hoof prints all over his face, accepting a rifle and being like "Strong argument, Greg. Strong argument. You had me at 'can kill things from a distance'."
3. By leaving that shit blank, I think the obvious answer is that I have none.
4.vbut not tom, caus he tuk me to the mall :p
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