Hey all,
It would seem this post needs a bit of a disclaimer at the beginning of it. At no point is any word, in any way, meant to be original or provoking in this blog, ever. Not only is everything I do or say a mimic or direct quote from something else, but I believe it was John Lennon whom said "there is nothing you can do that can't be done," so really I'm just flexing my philo-muscles. If one were to call me a hack, they would have to get in line.
It would also seem as if the haters in dark corners out there in the world (notably Dr. Robotnik) would like to see this blog fail. I can barely resist the urge to write about nothing but stock dividends and alternative fuel in order that I might sate the sadists but then, who wins? The answer would be America, but for my own frame of mind I'll have to keep on plugging. To those whom my writing has fallen at or below snuff, I offer my apologies, but I've said it before and I'll say it again. Come at me wrong one more time, and I'll bury one in your motherfucking brainstem.
Good, now that we got that out of the way we can talk lightly. It's difficult to understand exactly what might be going on out in the world. Negativity, hatred, my blog, Scary Movie 4; it is difficult for anyone to truly get a grasp, I would reason, on the ebbs and flows that run around us.
Which is why I think that Tuesday nights are soooo great. True, they have no appeal, but in that is magic. We are talking the blandest of the bland. Tuesdays make oatmeal look like, oatmeal, but that's the beauty. There is nothing expected out of a Tuesday or oatmeal for that matter. It's a mere survival day, and staring down the short end of another one I say, damn proudly, screw off hump day, applesauce Tuesdays are here to burn your house down (although its widely known Wednesday lives in a retirement community with Monday, but we won't concern ourselves with the particulars, I mean you've gotta crack some eggs right?)
In that pursuit I've been taking note and getting bloat, attending to matters that one could at worst call "astoundingly without drive," and at best be called " without merit whatsoever, who do you think you are really?, I mean a dog?" and, to answer what you must be thinking, it's been going pretty damn well.
Well that's about it for me, sorry for the short post but I had to respond to some startlingly negative press. Remember folks, this blog sucks. No if, and or butt, unless they're incorrectly conjugated/utilized.
Until next time,
Andrew
