I have not written and posted an official blog in years. So I’m making myself do it right now. I have nothing important to deliver or comment on. But here I am typing. Because sometimes if you don’t make yourself do things, you’ll never do them. Like go to church, or give to charity or exercise regularly. None of which I do. But blogging zipped to the top of my list of things to forcibly change. And now here I am. Blogging. While admitting I don’t have a topic in mind.
There are several ways to approach a non-topic topic like this. I could go into reasons why I haven’t blogged and explain the back-story behind the non-premise. I could continue to talk about how this post has no topic, thus eventually forming a topic through the exploration. Or I could just stream together random observations or thoughts. Not to be outdone (by myself), I choose all 3.
1.) Why the non-blogging. For one, I’ve been busy. Busy is never an excuse for something like this, but sortov is in this case cuz I had trouble with the blog software – getting it installed, getting it to function properly, getting it to look the way I wanted – and the doing every page by myself thing was too hard. I’m now going to quickly leave this topic because I almost fell asleep re-reading that sentence on “why I haven’t been blogging”.
2.) There is no topic to this post. This is a simple and potentially interesting line to work off of, however you can’t do it this far into the post. I’ve already written too much and revealed the process to a degree where writing about how this post supposedly has no intended direction would rightly seem phony and forced. I’ve already ruined this one and now must move on.
3.) Random thoughts and observations. This is the easiest form of entertainment to make, requiring almost no thought and talent yet often yields audience pleasing results (ie: Family Guy). All you do is grab random colorful nuggets of humor and string them together like a beaded necklace that you give to your 5th grade sweetheart, except she’s a bitch and “accidentally” leaves it in the cafeteria and it gets thrown out and then when you ask her to help you look for it she thinks you’re “weird” so you go “I’ll show you weird bitch” and become known as the creepy violent kid that no one wants on their kickball team.
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