Resting On My Lack Of Laurels
Writing a Blog is goofy. Especially when you have one as random as mine.
Some people have the serious kind of Blog. Such as, political, news and information, Britney and Kevin happenings, porn – you know, important stuff.
Then there are the ones that report on things like how solid their cat’s bowel movements are. Mine falls somewhere in the middle (hopefully not between porn and cat shit).
What the hell is the point of this blog anyway? Nobody’s paying me to write, very little acclaim comes around (what’s to acclaim really?). Yes, “bloggers” do get a lot of chicks (nothings hotter than a guy writing about Big Wheels and Wiffleball), but I’m married so what good does that do me?
You know, I’ve got a lot of other things I could spend my downtime doing. My virtual Oakland A’s season on MVP 2005 (Sony PS2) is way behind the real A’s season. Plus there is a really bad screenplay I’m working on (I’ve completed a whole SIX PAGES people) that I need to get to.
Also, I get these uneasy, egotistical feelings about keeping the blog around because I think to myself “Nobody wants to hear what some hack writer thinks about Star Wars and The Foo Fighters.” But I still feel an obligation to keep writing. I don’t know who it is I feel obligated to either – I just do.
But I guess I’ll keep writing – what the hell huh? Right now though, I need to stop. I’ve got page seven of a goofy screenplay to start on, right after I get the A’s back to first place.