By now, if you've been paying attention, you might have gotten the idea that I am a master of self-deprecation. Nothing could be further from the truth. I can be extremely funny sometimes. I do this thing where I put a lampshade on my head and pop out at people as they exit the movie theater. It's a hoot. One time, I went to a comedy club to see what passes for comedy these days and the comedian on stage decided to joke on the audience. He poked fun at my date and I for looking like extras off a Lost shoot. I stared glibly at him while my date hid behind her tattered parka. Wait that wasn't me. Never mind that story.
I guess you could say that I have no real reason for this blog and you'd be right. I don't think I care that I have nothing to say but something about pressing keys on this keyboard makes me feel like I'm real important. This is more of an experiment of sorts. Am I trying to show my writing chops or a sad cry for help? You be the judge.
And now for an inspirational message to people around the world:
"Please share your art with others. It helps many through their artless days and gives critics something else to do besides watching dust settle."
That is all. Enjoy your weekend, ireadcrappyblogsinsteadofdoingsomethingworthwhileperson.