Live To Blog/Blog To Live
11 April 2008 | 2:48 PM
You didn’t think I’d stay away forever, did you? Oh well, dare to dream, I guess…
Yes, I’m back. Not back with A Plan. Not back with A Message. Heck, not even back with A Clue. And yet, for some reason, I am indeed back in Ye Olde Blog Saddle. As to the “why” question that must literally be on, um, one or two of your lips, all I can say is “who knows”? The fact is, there are very few things in this world that I’m actually qualified to do. Admittedly, I do many of them (driving an automobile, getting my own haircuts, caring for young children) anyway, but as it turns out, this blogging thing seems to be the only thing I actually have a knack for. By “a knack”, of course, I mean a predisposition to hold forth on a multitude of banal and tangential topics, including (but not limited to):
- vague political asshat-ery (look it up)
- celebrities, their behavior and – most importantly – their breast size
- generalized Apple fanboyism
- silly, nether-reaches-of-the-interwebs memes and time-wasters
- single entendre (double entendre being far too complex for my feeble mind)
- ridiculously overdue and/or out-of-context record, movie and/or concert reviews
- my own sad, introspective poetry, all of which begins with the phrase “There once was a lady named Whipple…”
- the film career of Steven Segal
And so here I am again, with my (really?) fourth go-round at this sort of thing. I know what it takes to write a measurably successful blog, having done so before, and if I were interested in capturing eyeballs and making money with this thing, perhaps I’d resort to my old habits of posting thinly-veiled pornography interspersed with the occasional tirade against Ann Coulter and/or Oprah. But, truth be told, I’m kind of over that kind of schtick, and my guess is so are you. In the end hopefully this blog will just organically grow into whatever it is supposed to be from the cack that rattles around in my head, with a healthy dose of input from you, dear reader, via comments, emails or anonymous midnight phone-calls. Then again, if that doesn’t work out, I can always rely on an old standby.
Ahh, it’s good to be back.
Electronically yours,
- Andy
Posted by Andy in Wincing The Night Away