Black is the New Black

Let me start by saying I already regret in every manner possible doing this blog. First off, this isn't something I do. I try to stay in the obscurity of namelessness until such a time as an opportunity presents itself to allow me to act accordingly with my inner child. This often results in either my making an ass of myself, or simply being an ass.

Secondly, I've always had the idea in the back of my mind that blogging was for either that metrosexual guy at the corner of the bar with a light gray sweatervest over his light blue collared shirt drinking a martini, fauxhawk and plucked eyebrows to match, or someone with enough articulate talent to be able to voice their overthough opinions on a worldwide forum with the hopes of either bettering the world or their career. I am not this guy, and am in fact the existential opposite. Those who know me tend to agree.

Thirdly, what I have to say is neither articulate, well thought out, purposeful nor entertaining. I simply would like to spread my inner child over the inner surfaces of the new age of technology. Global connection established... let's get down to the fun and dirty!

However, it seems even I have my limits to just how much I want to divulge at any one time, and I reached it somewhere around the first paragraph. I've already lost my interest in doing this blog. But I still need to voice my one last reason for my utter laments about blogging...

I need to start at the beginning... My friend and cohort, Britt (bnemecek.blogspot.com) started a blog recently as part of self-training for a weekly blog he will be publishing for the D&C. This reminded me how much I love blogging (sarcasm reserved for those who did not pay attention to my aforementioned hatred of blogging) and prompted me to also start one of my own. But as any blogger knows, a decent title for their blog is important, so after helping Britt with his title, I needed to think of one for myself, and went about in the usual way of finding one, personal influences and cultural catchphrases that would seem witty if not superbly devious in their vague description of how barren my life is of meaning. And this is where I met my first roadblock. All of my "original" ideas had already been taken, and most of them by people who have not posted a new blog since 2001! This is an outrage in the least! and I promptly gave up after a near hour of searching for the perfect obscure descriptor for my blog. Only after the smoke had cleared and rescue workers found my inner peace was I able to realize my downfall would be my answer.

If I really need to explain more, I'm sorry for you and all those you call friends.

Until next time, Peace Love and Rock n' Roll never hurt anyone it didn't kill...